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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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[thedandymancan]

This is painful to watch.

[halfcocked]

Hey, shut up, asshole! It's not like I went to Pussy School!

[thedandymancan]

Just be quiet and watch. *taking a seat and taking over the sewing*

[halfcocked]

Ehhhh . . . [OKAY THEN, WATCHING!]

[thedandymancan]

*going slow so he can watch finger placement and stitch width etc etc*

[halfcocked]

How the hell are you doing that??

[thedandymancan]

Practice. And it's a gift. I've been sewing since I was six, I should hope I could do at least this much. *picks up the pace, going pretty damn fast*

[halfcocked]

Six?! What the hell, go play outside! Have a childhood!

[thedandymancan]

Overrated.

[halfcocked]

That's 'cuz you never had one.

[thedandymancan]

No, but I did get an apartment of my own and no rules or bedtime. Not to mention all that money.

[halfcocked]

You didn't get an apartment of your own when you were six!

[thedandymancan]

That might have been around nine.

[halfcocked]

Bullshit! Did your parents hate you or what?

[thedandymancan]

Oh yes, very much.

[halfcocked]

Probably because they thought you were an alien baby, like in that movie.