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Oh.
Bad.
[...] Felt like. Everyone was dead. Or gone already. We got out the day before the bombs. Though. So I don't know about after that.

There's so many easier ways. Piano wires. Come on.

I guess Red Talon's over there now for a reason. Is it wrong to hope Grandmother or whatever fucks them up a little bit

What about ukulele strings. I'm willing to experiment.

I hope it fucks them up. Entirely. So.

Way too twee. Instant poltergeist on your hands.

So at least we're both wrong and I'm stronger than everyone here

Blasted in the face with a firehose would be a hilarious way for a member of the upper crust to go.

Leap of logic, there.

And don't you dare.

I just want it on the record that I'm very strong and can beat up anyone here who disagrees

Don't worry. I'll make sure you leave a beautiful corpse.

[...] I'm going to have to be the one to say. Twice this time. Prove it.

But you're in sports purgatory, how can you watch me fight

I guess the part about the beautiful corpse was right at least.

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You could come fight someone on the field. End this game.

Forever hot but forever in athletic pants. I don't know.

Who would you wanna see me fight out there first

I could think of a solution for the latter part but it's only temporary

None of these men would even be good fighters.
Maybe Emre. He once implied I didn't know how a camp heater worked.

If I'm really dead. They'll just stay stuck on I think.

I actually think a knockdown drag-out hair-pulling fight with Emre would be extremely therapeutic for both of us

Oh well that's a shame. They don't highlight your assets at all.