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[The communicator clicks on at an odd angle, like it's just been haphazardly tossed to the ground.  Luckily, you get an artsy view of Arthur's couch, which currently has a fourteen-year-old Arthur dancing on it, all gangly and grunge-chic. He's singing-- or... screaming-- along to some Nirvana and getting his dirty shoes all over the couch.]

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And you-- YOU shouldn't be butting into other people's... fuckin'...

[Zoning out for a moment, then he snaps back to attention and peers at the communicator.]

GOD, you sound gay. Are you gay?

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[In a mocking ~giiiirly~ voice.] Oooh, you shouldn't swear either!

Jesus, I thought Scottish people were supposed to have balls. [Lauuughing, thanks alcohol.] Who the fuck're you, anyway?

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Stop making fun of meeee! [FOURTEEN WAS SUCH A WITTY AGE.] Hey, thanks for the strong advice, Ms. Manners.

Fine, I'll just call you Ginger, Ginger.

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Ugh, whatever, gaywad. You better hope I don't get in trouble, or I'm gonna break your fuckin' nose. [He might be all talk.]

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[He LOLLLs.] Isn't that-- isn't that one of those sports where you play grab-ass with a bunch of guys? Aw, Ginger! [SNERK.] I thought you were pure an' shit.

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Yeah. Contact with guy's asses.

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[Snort.] Like I give a damn.

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Yeah, well, I don't. [He laughs.] Man, not everyone's a gay little girl scout like you.