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[halfcocked]

[who gives a shit about carnies and countdowns, amirite.

this tough-looking tattooed shirtless makeup-wearing ( . . . ) motherfucker over here is sitting on the grass in the midst of a WARZONE! of fabric and sewing supplies. those spools of thread never did anything to him! those needles probably shouldn't be--]

Ow, fuck! Why's this harder

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[littlestsoldier]

Because stabbing someone is fun?

[halfcocked]

Oh, right. And it's not all--tiny.

[littlestsoldier]

Exactly! ...what the hell are you doing anyways?

[halfcocked]

. . . Trying to learn how to make clothes and stuff.

[littlestsoldier]

Oh.

[halfcocked]

I can't do stuff on my own that g--well.

[littlestsoldier]

Isn't that sort of thing hard to do anyways though? How many clothes do you need anyways.

[halfcocked]

Yeah, it's hard, but I wanna learn! So I can do my own shit! And most of 'em disappeared when I got bigger, so I need new ones.

[littlestsoldier]

.........................*Oh right, resent*

[halfcocked]

You know. When I got taller. Four inches taller.

[littlestsoldier]

So fucking what? You're still no giant! Besides, you only got taller. Your dick is as small as ever, I bet.

[halfcocked]

Actually I could say something about that but it would involve telling you about my dick and we got over that thing three years ago!

[littlestsoldier]

I could totally get taller if I wanted to so don't act all high and mighty over four inches.

[halfcocked]

You do want to . . .

[littlestsoldier]

What was that? "Oh yes Lord Michael, please kick my ass"?

[halfcocked]

If you can reach it~