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[passthefudge]

"Maddie!  Bring my fudge down when you come

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[the_h_star_r]

Homestar looks up from his meal.

There's a familiar presence in the air.

One that usually comes with the question:

Lookin' for a fight?

He wasn't, but he might be now.

"So," he says, looking at his reflection in his glass. "Guess I wasn't expecting to see you here."

[mend_and_defend]

Suddenly, the glass isn't there anymore.

Neither is the meal.

That's what happens when a flying Guardian lands in the middle of your table.

[the_h_star_r]

"Oh, now that's just rude. You know you don't have to do that to get me to fight," he says from his spot on the floor.

Oddly enough, it doesn't look like Homestar's talking to Bob.

"To fisticuffs!" he cries.

And he scuffles with....

......himself?

[mend_and_defend]

Bob struggles to his feet, and...

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"Uh... do you need any help, there?"

[the_h_star_r]

"No, I'm good," Homestar says. "I've taken him on before."

And with a quick punch to his own gut, the terrific athlete rolls on, interrupting the next fight he runs into.

[mend_and_defend]

Bob barely has any time to boggle at that before he hears a familiar cry of pain...

"DOT!"

[pirate_jack]

"Never seen a hat like that before. That's very interesting."

This observation comes from behind Homestar about half a second before nimble brown fingers tip the propeller hat from his head and into Jack's hands.

"Very interesting, savvy?"