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[paranoidcreator]

[Kevin is yawning

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[neuroticalson]

Aw, come on, I always behave.

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[paranoidcreator]

[what he says]

Just checking pal.

[what he means: You're full of shit.]

So I'm thinking we have some quality time on the fourth. You like hamburgers?

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[neuroticalson]

Sure do. But the quality of our quality time might be subjective.

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[paranoidcreator]

Man, I will spend time with anyone to get a good hamburger. Glad you agree though, the fourth's coming up-there's a party-and you're going.

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[neuroticalson]

That depends. Who's bringing the drugs and what kind do they got?

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[paranoidcreator]

This guy Luke Cage.

[He shakes his head] No X-Boxes. Good ole' American drugs. Hot dogs and Hamburgers.

I will however, ask him, if he can bring fireworks.

Nothing like lighting something on fire.

[there's meaning there] am I right man?

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[neuroticalson]

Unless hot dogs and hamburgers is code for ecstasy and cocaine, and we'll be shooting the fireworks at other people, not interested.

Besides, I don't even celebrate the fourth of July. I'm Canadian.

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[paranoidcreator]

All men should join together in persuit of hamburgers man. You can ignore the symbolic meanings. I go for the company and the food. Americans like to assign meaning to everything just so we can get a chance to party.

You're seriously passing up a chance to set things on fire. [He sounds slightly disappointed]

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[neuroticalson]

Okay, enlighten me. What is the symbolic meaning of a hamburger?

Are you actually letting me set actual things on fire or is someone gonna be there following all the stupid safety procedures to make sure nobody gets hurt?

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[paranoidcreator]

Two white slices of bread coming together over a massive meat burger with tomatoes and lettuce and all sorts of other things? It's a symbol of the world. And being Americans-we eat it and...

I dunno, it sounded more funny when I thought of it.

[He shakes his head] Be glad I'm letting you light anything on fire at all. I thought it'd help.

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[neuroticalson]

Do you really think the fire was the important part, man?

I'm not some two-bit pyromaniac who giggles at burning sticks.

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[paranoidcreator]

[Kevin leans back and studies him for a long time.]

...I was gonna say "You could have fooled me." But that's not fair and I do my best not to judge man. S'not cool. I don't know you and you don't know me.

Anyway, the hamburgers are one part of it. You don't want to go I won't force you.

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[neuroticalson]

It isn't the type of weapon that's important, although we all have our favorites.

It's the pain. The power. The look in their eyes when they realize you are without pity, without mercy, without need of anything else they can provide you, and no amount of begging will spare them. I doubt you'd understand.

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[paranoidcreator]

[Kevin's expression remains carefully blank. He nods throughout the entire exchange.]

Sort of like choosing your colored lightcycle.

[It's not, but whatever.]