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[when_in_me]

[Traveling as you are down Benny Road, you are treated to the sight of everybody's favorite toga-clad madman ceaselessly harassing another human being with the tenacity of a drunk puppy. While this is nothing out of the ordinary, today's victim is a random drone, and Rome appears to be more than slightly intoxicated himself.]

-really, Cassius, I

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[grumpyopa]

((Watching from the bush like... four feet away.))

Pathetic.

[when_in_me]

Oh! [scrambles up] I was just acting for my new play. Theater. Art stuff. You wouldn't understand.

[grumpyopa]

((Pops out of his bush.

Points accusingly.))

You were wallowing over your grandson--and you're drunk.

[when_in_me]

I am not damn, drunk it! You can't understand my pain. Your grandsons are here! I think. Maybe. I forget who they are.

[grumpyopa]

Don't you have other grandchildren?

[when_in_me]

I do?

Oh, right, I do! I should probably look into that, huh.

[grumpyopa]

There's also the people you live with.

[when_in_me]

Yeah, Toph and Belgium! And that raccoon we had for a while, I wonder whatever happened to him.

[grumpyopa]

...

Just don't wallow on the ground like an idiot anymore, got it?

[when_in_me]

Why do you care? You hate me.

[grumpyopa]

You look like an idiot, you act like an idiot. The least you could be is a formidable enemy so I don't look like an idiot for hating you.

[when_in_me]

Hmph. Fine, I'll try not to embarrass you. Jerk.

[grumpyopa]

Good. ((Disappears back into his bush.))

[when_in_me]

[shakes fist]