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[pedaltothemetal]

[Man. What is. That noise

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[blondprodigy]

Oh yeah, it's close to Thanksgiving, isn't it? I'm still not used to that.

[pedaltothemetal]

Calendar say so. Did you want to do anything this year?

[blondprodigy]

Are we going to see ~*~Grandma Falcon~*~ again?

Private.

[pedaltothemetal]

I don't know. If that's what you want to do.

[Don't think I don't see that butts tag. Also Action Time WHEREVER YOU LIKE.]

[icequeen_aran]

[Yeah. All that noise. Smelling like grease and car parts and GREASE AND MOTOR OIL ALL OVER THE FIREHOUSE SHOWERS but it's okay--Samus is well practiced in the art of how Very Excellent Brooding Devices building things can be and is willing to overlook all the smelly grease and noise. Probably because--oh yeah those holiday things are coming up again, aren't they?]

You'll work yourself raw at this rate, Captain.

[At your feet you may find one [1] shiny new Power Drill, to compensate for the one your dumb Magic Belt destroyed.]

[butts everywhere]

[pedaltothemetal]

[It's a very good distraction. There is probably stuff all over the garage.]

There's a lot to get done.

[What is. It's a power drill. He makes a 'FOR ME!?' face.]

Did you just buy this?

[icequeen_aran]

Maybe. It's powered by dead bees. A Beedrill.

[pedaltothemetal]

[He's just gonna make it whirr a little bit. It appears satisfactory.]

You didn't have to.

[action, minus the butts]

[ionianmode]

[Ionia was planning to take F-Zero into town, but to do that, she's gotta cross the parking lot. While Falcon's busy being a stupid butt-face fart-breath butt. So she's just gonna. Do her best strut on by and ignore him.]

[there are always butts]

[pedaltothemetal]

[IONIA SENSES TINGLING. Or maybe it's jut hard to miss a giant robot unicorn.

He is just going to. Stop tearing the tires off this motorcycle and move on to tinkering with that G-Diffuser over there.]

[unicorn butts]

[ionianmode]

[OH NO. A G-Diffuser. HER ONE WEAKNESS. She kind of... steers F-Zero a little bit closer. Oh. Oh she sees how it's going. He's just a few steps away from installing the internal gravitational modulator (future science). Ionia motions for F-Zero to kneel down, and leans forward a little, kinda watching over his shoulder half-interestedly.

She looks like she's about to say something, but NOPE. She leans down, scoops said modulator up, and digs her heels into F-Zero's sides. OFF HE GOES.]

Re: [unicorn butts]

[pedaltothemetal]

[IS THIS IT. IS THIS REAL LIFE. IS FIVE WHOLE YEARS FINALLY OVER.

Wait, no she's just here to steal his shit.]

HEY!

[Man this would be a really good time for this bike to not be in pieces in the parking lot.

Is he chasing after the rocket unicorn on foot?

He is chasing after the rocket unicorn on foot.]

[punchvolcanoes]

[There is a dragon watching you work. You may have not noticed until it was right behind you with it's imposing shadow. (even if she's like only 5'10"]

[pedaltothemetal]

[It does not take him very long to notice the looming shadow of a dagron. He has to turn around, though, to figure out which dagron.]

Hey.

[punchvolcanoes]

[SURPRISE! It's the girl one. She looks at his mass of things intensively. Making sure her tail touches nothing because...you know. Oil.]

[pedaltothemetal]

[Yeah that is probably a good idea. And then everything exploded.

Falcon is just going to take this moment to violently rip one of the tires off the bike.]

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[badasstrenches]

[Surge was walking outside when he heard a ruckus in the parking lot. It sounded very mechanical. Like someone was putting together or taking apart a tank or a car or something. At this school, he wouldn't have been surprised.

That was when he saw Falcon. Hunched over... was that a motorcycle? Looked like it. The lieutenant strolled over, but stood back a little bit. He didn't want to interrupt Falcon's concentration. So he just stood there, watching the other man work for a few moments.]

[pedaltothemetal]

[And quite a ruckus it is. Falcon is doing some pretty unmentionable things to that bike--both tires have been ripped off and there are parts everywhere.

Surge, however, does not go unnoticed. The Captain looks up very briefly.]

Hey.

[badasstrenches]

Hey.

[Well, now that he's been noticed, there's no point in standing back anymore. Surge takes a few steps closer in order to inspect the bike. He lets out a low, impressed whistle.]

You sure have taken that thing apart.

[pedaltothemetal]

I'm making it better.

[This is a very important distinction.]