1st pickle [audio] [December 11th, afternoon]

[picklesplz]

[The feed opens to the sound of rustling, as someone plops down on the floor, rather comfortably.]

So.

[The tale-tell sound of Kirin scratching his butt.]

Now that I've gotten enough time to get over it and since you folks probably get your panties in a twist over people getting justice by their own hand and stuff.

[A small, disdainful sniff.]

How's one

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[PERMAVOICE]

[nailbitinghabit]

...you're not still on about that, are you.

[PERMAVOICE]

[picklesplz]

I was nearly murdered. If I weren't the sturdy, bounce-back-y kind of guy I am, I might be scarred for life.

[nailbitinghabit]

By being exposed to sweets.

Your reaction is completely disproportionate.

[picklesplz]

You know, I will be remembering this, bro.

[Scoffs.]

Next time you nearly die, I'm bringing this back up.

[nailbitinghabit]

Alright. I'll be sure to remind you of it in case you forget.

[picklesplz]

I'll have you know I'm quite capable of holding a grudge on my own, thank you.

[nailbitinghabit]

Oh, I wouldn't dream of doubting that.

[picklesplz]

[INTENSE SILENCE OF IRRITATED INTENSITY. ALSO, SILENCE.]

[nailbitinghabit]

Something the matter, brother?

[PERMAVOICE]

[picklesplz]

You're being a brat again.

[PERMAVOICE]

[nailbitinghabit]

And you're being ridiculous.

[picklesplz]

I'm being serious.

[nailbitinghabit]

And?

[Still ridiculous. Why are those the same things with you half the time?]

[picklesplz]

Well, someone has to warn all these bunch of people that they're in danger of being attacked by these monsters.

[Primly.]

It's the right thing to do, right?

[nailbitinghabit]

You realize some people actually like cake and sweets, yes?

[picklesplz]

Well, of course. We call them victims.