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[royalbitchfit]

[Today, our resident Mini-Luke seems to be sitting in the middle of the place, his brain hard at work. His face is twisted into one of deep thought and reflection, humming as if his brain hurt enough to cause it to burst in flames. After a long time, his face changes again, and suddenly...!]

...Do I have a birthday?

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[scionofhispower]

...? What brought this on all of a sudden?

[royalbitchfit]

Cause if I'm a replica I don't really have a real birthday, right?

[scionofhispower]

It's the same as mine.

[royalbitchfit]

Really?

[hollowgale]

Let me think... NO! Trash like you can't have a birthday.

[royalbitchfit]

[Looks up, seemingly not bothered] Who are you?

[hollowgale]

[Damn it, what a failure.] That's none of your business. I answered your question, be happy I bothered to do that.

[royalbitchfit]

[Blinks] Well, if I'm trash, then you're boogers. You're green like them.