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[gloriousbasterd]

[ Gilbert is sitting, taking the time to kick back, very loud, explict German music playing in the background. Gilbert, for once in his life actually looks sincere about what he's about to do.]

West! I wrote you this poem, because I want you to talk to me again and you owe me 50 euros for that fucking tux!

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[badtowurst]

[oh god why.]

No. I will not hug you.

[gloriousbasterd]

Why don't you love me?

[badtowurst]

It's not that. I am still mad at you. Plus, haven't you realized there are more serious things going on?

[gloriousbasterd]

What the fuck can be more serious than me having to pay for a tux you ruined?!

[badtowurst]

...you are seriously out of touch with reality. And how, exactly, did I ruin your tuxedo?

[gloriousbasterd]

You made me bleed! No one makes me bleed my own blood!

[badtowurst]

Apparently I did.

[gloriousbasterd]

Shut up, West!

You don't spend time with me anymore! You're always with that fucking Italian! When was the last time you were with me, West?!

Is it working? Do you feel guilty yet?

[badtowurst]

Obviously I'm going to be spending time with him, but I'm not always with him. And I see you everyday, we share a room. Aufwachsen.

[gloriousbasterd]

Verpiss dich, bruderchen!

[badtowurst]

And to think, you're supposed to be the older, more mature brother.

[gloriousbasterd]

I am older and mature! That's why I'm here, to look after you! I can do more for you than that Italian ever could!

[badtowurst]

I am perfectly capable of looking after myself!

[gloriousbasterd]

No you're not, West! You're young and inexperienced!

[badtowurst]

You're an idiot. Sometimes I'm glad we're not really related.

[gloriousbasterd]