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[lunadickery]

[What a fine evening this is to be spending outdoors! Scenic piles of snow gracing the midwestern farmscape, countless stars twinkling in the clear winter sky, a red moon hanging low on the horizon, flaming mistletoe, a masked and costumed man with a crossbow standing on a roof

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[verypointed]

[w-wait what?

... on one hand, getting rid of mistletoe. On the other... mass murderer. What do.]

YOU!

[verypointed]

Try aiming for the roots.

[lunadickery]

[HOW ABOUT I AIM FOR YOUR HAIR]

I do not advice from you, Hero.

[...The fire is moving downward anyway]

[verypointed]

[You're still doing it anyway]

[lunadickery]

[Yes, well-

AT LEAST MY MOM'S NOT DEAD!!]

[verypointed]

[YEAH, WELL. YOUR MOM'S INSANE]

[lunadickery]

[ARE YOU INSULTING MY MAMA?!]

[verypointed]

[YES. And your father was fat and had man boobs]

[lunadickery]

[YEAH, WELL- No, that's accurate and I can't disagree with you there.]

Tch.

[verypointed]

Are you done?

[lunadickery]

[The flames on the mistletoe go out and he's jumping off the roof. What do you think?]

[verypointed]

[pauses, before chasing after him]

[lunadickery]

[He's flying away and melting a lot of the snow as he goes. Have fun.]

[verypointed]

[In that case, you're not very hard to track.]

[lunadickery]

[I HOPE YOU SLIP ON SOME ICE AND BREAK SOMETHING]

[verypointed]

[YOU WISH]