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[tracksuitwinner]

*move over, noobspeaker. there is a new megaphone in town, and it's in the hand of one tracksuited babe standing in the middle of camp.*

ATTENTION!!!Good. Now that you're all bright eyed and bushy tailed, we can get down to business. You've likely heard who I am by now, and frankly, yes, I have time for an autograph session. Unfortunately for you

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[getoffmylap]

...Barbara?

[tracksuitwinner]

...oh come on. Even I can't be expected to do something with this.

[getoffmylap]

What? No, I'm not interested. What are you doing here... and why this?

[tracksuitwinner]

Did I ask if you were interested? Splits. Now.

[alice_and_lain]

I am almost afraid to say it because this sort of love can be a scary scary thing but MARRIED.

[tracksuitwinner]

HA.

[alice_and_lain]

You're my forever one, Sue, you have to know that.

[boxbythebed]

Yo, nana. Do we actually need a soul to participate?

[tracksuitwinner]

Well, that's interesting. Already taken care of that detail, have you?

[boxbythebed]

Not something I ever really needed.

[tracksuitwinner]

It never helped anyone nail a three point spin into a tummy tuck.

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You don't make me throw up. I approve.

[thispersnickety]

Thanks, but I think I'll pass.

[tracksuitwinner]

Oh my. Did you think you had a choice? How cute.

[thispersnickety]

I already dropped cheerleading the once. I don't feel any need to, you know, do it again.

[tracksuitwinner]

I'd care about your little sad tale if it meant anything to me if you lived or died. In line, blondie.

[skinofalizard]

Cheerleading?

[tracksuitwinner]

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[skinofalizard]

I should start charging admission.

[tracksuitwinner]

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You're perfect.