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[meansprout]

[Allen here has been missing entirely for the past few days.  Where did he go, you ask? Why, back home, finally.

Only to be dragged straight back here, of course.]

[Wherever you happen to be in the DR right now, something has just appeared out of thin air with no warning: the massive, stark white polygonal surface of the Ark entrance way, with

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[meansprout]

I'm not some fake-polite bastard! [He doesn't care about your fancy 4 1/2 years! He's not letting go of that arm of yours and he will attempt jerk you down with him when you trip him.]

[save_the_souls]

Better a fake-polite bastard than a fake-tough guy! [He'll go down and slam to the ground, though that doesn't stop him from swinging his own punch at Mean's face]

[meansprout]

I'm not fake! [That clips him in the cheek, but he is undeterred and swings one right back.]

[save_the_souls]

Oh, you so are! [That hits! And he makes a frustrated sound as he...yep, moves for a headbutt. ]

[meansprout]

No I'm not-- [OW HIS HEAD. He reels backwards, but still lashes out with a leg. NEVER GIVE UP NEVER SURRENDER]

[save_the_souls]

You are too! [It hits his shoulder! But he'll be moving to grab that leg so he can pin him to the floor! ]

[selfdeluded]

[OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT you two are just being morons. >| You know the rafters that run along the entirety of this hall? ...welp. One scrawny hobo is jumping down from the one right over Mean and Wallen to grab Wallen by the back of his shirt and pull him away before from Mean before either of them can land another hit on each other again.]

Both of you cut it out!

[meansprout]

Oi! [--No, he was going to hit that guy!! HE REFERRED TO ME BY A NICKNAME, THIS IS SERIOUS. Mean scrambles back onto his feet, still rarin' to fight!]

[save_the_souls]

[Is so struggling to get out of that grip]

He started it!

[selfdeluded]

[Hell no okay, he's stepping kind of in the way to block Mean from actually getting any blows in and... nope, still holding onto Wallen's shirt, to keep him from doing anything, either.]

I don't care if he insulted your mother! You're both acting like brats!

[POINTING AT MEAN.] And you need to stop attacking whatever pisses you off!

[meansprout]

[Glaring at Wallen and he still looks about two seconds from attempting to throw another punch at him, despite the hobo in the way. Why won't you get out of the way, man??]

He had it coming! He was trying to piss me off!

[save_the_souls]

Only after you kept calling me an idiot...!

[selfdeluded]

[Oh for the love of god--] I said I don't CARE! [Wallen you are getting shaken by the shirt for emphasis. He'd do the same to Mean if he wasn't worried about getting the two of you that close again.]

Everyone tries to piss you off! And you-- [narrowing his eyes at Wallen.] He calls everyone an idiot. So stop baiting each other!

[meansprout]

You are an idiot!

[Well. At least he's not the one getting shaken.] He needs stop calling me stupid names.

[save_the_souls]

[He'll look very angry at Hobo] Stop that!

[ELSE YOU'LL BE GETTING PUNCHED NEXT]

[selfdeluded]

Shut up! [Mean he would smack you upset the head if he didn't know about your abusive clown childhood. 8|

...All this yelling is giving him a headache. So he does the most mature thing anyone here is doing and rolls his eyes, before letting go of Wallen's shirt.]

Ah... Sorry. [--oh but wait he can just do what he does to Whitey. >| So Mean, you're getting flicked in the forehead. Probably a bit faster than a human could manage.] I just said to stop baiting each other!