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[One day after training in town, Horohoro noticed that got a phone call! He gave it a listen, and it went like this.]
Howdy there, Horokeu! It's me, your best buddy! I was thinking we should get together real soon. Wouldn't want to waste the last few weeks of summer, eh? I sure am looking forward to dance class though. The dolls dig a guy with fancy footwork!
[meanwhile, Horohoro is like]
Wait, who is this?
[and then he's like. SLOW REALIZATION. Followed by a]
Shit!!
[And then 1247 Williams Road had a Horohoro showing up and banging on the door. Ren's drone answered with a terrifyingly huge grin, and Horohoro pushed by him before he could even say hello. So now, he's in the house, searching frantically and being followed by "Ren" at an unnervingly close distance. He ignores the drone's numerous attempts at being a good host, mainly babbling things like "why doncha sit down, buddy? Can't I get you a pop?" The drone is ignoring Horohoro as much as he's ignoring "Ren", which leads to the questions being rather persistent.]
Bason? BASON?!
[Horohoro yells up the stairs. Regains stay if the droning is temporary, right? He'd just find Ren's partner, and he'd tell him--]
COME ON, DAMMIT! You have to be here!!
Are you looking for my football? Sorry, buddy, I had to sell SOMETHING to get my tap shoes. You know how my pops feels about getting stuff by yourself. He's such a wonderful, diligent father!
Ugh, would you shut the hell up for five seconds?!
Howdy there, Horokeu! It's me, your best buddy! I was thinking we should get together real soon. Wouldn't want to waste the last few weeks of summer, eh? I sure am looking forward to dance class though. The dolls dig a guy with fancy footwork!
[meanwhile, Horohoro is like]
Wait, who is this?
[and then he's like. SLOW REALIZATION. Followed by a]
Shit!!
[And then 1247 Williams Road had a Horohoro showing up and banging on the door. Ren's drone answered with a terrifyingly huge grin, and Horohoro pushed by him before he could even say hello. So now, he's in the house, searching frantically and being followed by "Ren" at an unnervingly close distance. He ignores the drone's numerous attempts at being a good host, mainly babbling things like "why doncha sit down, buddy? Can't I get you a pop?" The drone is ignoring Horohoro as much as he's ignoring "Ren", which leads to the questions being rather persistent.]
Bason? BASON?!
[Horohoro yells up the stairs. Regains stay if the droning is temporary, right? He'd just find Ren's partner, and he'd tell him--]
COME ON, DAMMIT! You have to be here!!
Are you looking for my football? Sorry, buddy, I had to sell SOMETHING to get my tap shoes. You know how my pops feels about getting stuff by yourself. He's such a wonderful, diligent father!
Ugh, would you shut the hell up for five seconds?!