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[hatesbears]

Three fucking months of doing jack all, bitches. Need a fucking job; no fucking way I'm spending ninety days hacking off with Gay.

Oh, Asher?

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[maleficentia]

Vindication for the three of us that thought you could do it, &c.

And, yes?

[hatesbears]

No, no. Vindication will be sitting across them in court and making millions from bullshit McDonald's type lawsuits; "the chocolates on Anser's desk led to my obesity, watch e take your life savings."

I have a serious question.

[maleficentia]

I'll be sure to tivo your inevitable celebrity trials.

I am likely lacking a serious answer, but let's give this a try nonetheless.

[hatesbears]

It is a question to match the ages.

[hatesbears]

A question of honesty.

[hatesbears]

A question of beauty.

[hatesbears]

A question of soul-mates.

[maleficentia]

Oh, for Christ's sake.

[maleficentia]

Out with it, already.

[hatesbears]

Wait. Wait. Before I ask you this burning question, the one that sets my passions alight, that warms the cockles of my shrivelled soul, that yearns for just one thing to ask you.

[hatesbears]

You must picture me.

[hatesbears]

In a sheep suit.

[maleficentia]

They put something at the punch at commencement, didn't they?

Fine, well, now I don't have much choice. Let's get on with this.

[hatesbears]

Sweetheart, sweetums (I can call you that, right, use a name that reflects the true originality and depth of my emotions); how could you POSSIBLY compare my love to roofies? I am boning off the wall in excitement to tell you.

[hatesbears]

Oh my stars and garters, I MEANT BOUNCIN, of course, Ashi!

[maleficentia]

I think I got the gist of the emotion either way, Bloomingdale.

I think I preferred Cashtro; Christ.

Right, so: sheep suit, depth of emotions, sweetums, &c. Do please continue, Jiang.