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[notsaul]

[phone]

So.

I think we all learned some pretty important fucking lessons here.

One: Don't trust anything you hear from stuttering little bitches, because if they'll lie to one person about what their fucking intentions are, they'll definitely have no problem lying to a whole bunch of evil fucks over the phone.

Two: The only thing worse than a fat Nazi

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[phone]

[deaths_heritor]

[Fat robot Nazi assholes, is that right? And stuttering little bitches. Susan is a rather quick thinker, and although it takes her a few minutes to put two and two and two and a half here and another three quarters there together, she comes to a reasonable conclusion in the end.]

I suppose werewolves must be the epitome of goodness in this world, then, given how much hair they've got. Does that make you something of an angel?

[notsaul]

Yeah, I'm pretty good. It's not that hard when the other side is made up of ridiculously assholish people.

[deaths_heritor]

[So the combatants that Luke and Edward ran into that day were the cyborg Nazi and the werewolf student. Lovely.]

I'd tell you to watch your language if I weren't inclined to agree.

[notsaul]

Lady, this is me watching my language. It's really hard, okay?

... So you know him, too?

[Action]

[sturmbahnfurher]

[Oh look it's the Major. And guess what? He couldn't find wolfsbane, but he could find mistletoe. Which he has in a small bag.

That he throws out in front of him.]

Take it girl.

Our current fight is already over, unless for some absurd reason you feel like pursuing another one without actual provocation.

[notsaul]

[She looks down at the bag disdainfully-- a pretty effective way of masking the spike of fear she feels at seeing it. Fucking Daniel.]

I could still kick your ass, even if you had that. I don't need a fucking reason.

[sturmbahnfurher]

[The Major tsks at that. Not disdainfully. More like a parent, amused at their child.]

My. You truly have the makings of a wonderful storm trooper.

Or a murderer. But I suppose that's a given.

[notsaul]

Yeah, I killed some people, I get it. Big fucking deal. It's not like I do it to get my rocks off like you or anything.

[Phone]

[tapshoetomove]

Oh, you were from the park! Are your injuries all healed now?

[notsaul]

Yeah, I heal pretty quick! You're the loser teacher's fake kid, right? [he's seen her tits that means they're friends now]

[tapshoetomove]

[They can be friends just let's not bring up the boob incident for a while.]

I'm glad! And uh, you mean Mr. Nigma? I live in his house with miss Susan and Slugger, who's my fake brother.

[He's had a...mild taste of what the Nigma/Death clan is like. It's kind of special let's put it that way.]

[notsaul]

... Dude. He's married to the hot teacher?

Why do good things happen to dumbasses...

[greatestmanll40]

[Lex is gonna stride into the park.

Smug like a motherfucker. Hands in his pockets. He managed to obtain mistletoe of his own.

Just gonna keep on walking toward Annie...]

[notsaul]

[hey not even

looking at you]

Wear a hat or something, asshole; your stupid head is reflecting into my eyes.

[greatestmanll40]

[Slow sarcastic clap. Bravo.]

Nicely put as always Annie.

I'm rather surprised you came through with your arrangement even given our current, seeming immortality.

[notsaul]

[She shrugs.] Well, if everybody's lining up to murder a little girl, who am I to disappoint my adoring fucking public?

[action--SAME HOUSE post phone call]

[notlikethemovie]

Annie don't you dare! What the hell is your problem?

[Mika snarls, limping into the room and all of her fur bristling.]

[notsaul]

My problem is jackasses, but what else is fucking new.

What happened to you?

[notlikethemovie]

Lake monster, a year and a half ago.

[She tosses her head, her ears twitching back.]

Why the hell are you goading them into killing you? You wanna die that badly?

[notsaul]

Fuck, they're gonna do it anyway. At least I'll be ready for them, this time.