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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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[pie_or_death]

I didn't know you could put souls in boxes.

[tracksuitwinner]

Oh! Well in that case you can put yours in the dirt next to it!

[pie_or_death]

While I detect your somewhat cruel-sounding sarcasm, I'm going to counter by saying that I'm not going to move my abstract, religion-based abstract anywhere.

[tracksuitwinner]

Then when you pull your groin when trying to backflip don't blame me.

[pie_or_death]

Yeah, like I'm going to attempt that.

[tracksuitwinner]

Oh, you will. You will.

[pie_or_death]

No, I'm... pretty sure I won't. I don't exactly have the physical structure for backflips. Or, the, uh, prowess.

[tracksuitwinner]

...prowess. Man uses a word like that, it means he has a lady friend. Am I right?

[pie_or_death]

Well, yes, but I had an expanded vocabulary before she and I started dating.

[tracksuitwinner]

Nothing makes a woman want a man more than a backflip.

[pie_or_death]

I'm pretty sure that she's already smitten with me.

[tracksuitwinner]

'Pretty sure' are the words of a loser.

[pie_or_death]

No! No. They're just the words of someone who doesn't want to speak for his girlfriend but is fairly confident in her loyalties!