56th Inning

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[Open phone call made from the hospital to all. Scout sounds irritated.]

Hey, Mayfield! Ya know what's shittier than I town fulla never-ending zombies? A town fulla never ending zombies on yer birthday. As much as I can go 'round shooting guys in the face all day, a break to go get some drinks would be nice.

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[OOC: Kind of tagging strangely here but RED Sniper will be taking RED Scout to the hospital once I get moving on tagging that thread, so I will just assume this is taking place after that, since RED Scout is at the hospital now.]

Freakin' starvin!

[Heads over to the cafeteria, not realizing at all who else may actually be there. Scout's just too hungry to worry about anything else, and even though he should be, I don't know, bringing food to those in pain, he's only concerned about himself.]

Hope dere's somethin' good here. Like anything that ain't fruit or somethin' lame.

['Course, the RED momentarily forgets about his own hunger when he spots who's looking in the fridge.]

HahahahahaHAHA! Hey, look who it is! The Chucklenut who's real scared'a me. Thanks fer hangin' da phone up. That was real mature, ya know.

[freakinblur]

[Looks back

rolls eyes]

Could ya flap yer gums another time? I'm busy!

[Rummagerummage in the fridge]

[vitalizes]

Yeah, yeah, as soon as ya stop tryin' ta hog all the food!

[Rushes over to the BLU and attempts to shove him away from the fridge.]

We can settle our differences later, but right now, I'm freakin' hungry. And I ain't gonna let ya eat all dat's in the fridge.

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[SHOVES BACK! And he's got a carrot cake in the other hand.] I was here first!

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[DIDN'T EXPECT TO GET SHOVED BACK D: RED Scout is doing all he can to avoid punching his counterpart square in the face.

He glances at what the BLU is holding and through clenched teeth he asks a question.]

Cake?

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Yeah, what's it look like, a goddamn turkey? It's my birthday 'n' I don't care how many zombies there are, I'm havin' some cake.

[vitalizes]

Don't look like a chocolate cake, though. Looks like a cake fulla crap. Which is fitting fer ya!

[Oh, Scout thinks he's so clever with that one. He grins and sliiides closer to the fridge while the BLU is distracted.]

Happy twelfth birthday! Ahahaha.

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Oh yeah, nice one, like I ain't heard it before. [When RED Scout leans into the fridge for a look, he'll kick the door closed on him. ALL THE CAKE IS HIS, CRAPPY OR NOT.]

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[The door closes right on Scout's head and his yelling is muffled until he forces the door open just enough to get back out.]

Motherfuc-- HEY!

Ain't no reason for all'a dat, man. Eat yer dumb cake. I'll just stand here and make yer life miserable while ya do it.

[freakinblur]

So ya do what yer best at: makin' people miserable. Great. [Don't mind if he just gets a fork and digs in. Not cutting it up. Life is too fast for that shit.]

[vitalizes]

[RED Scout's just going to be standing right next to the BLU making fart sounds with his hand and armpit.]