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[Good evening chelonauts, tonight you are being treated to the fine sight of one (1) bruised and somewhat bloody Ant-Man looking far more annoyed than he has looked his entire stay on this turtle. There are scrapes and cuts all over his face and his mouth is a thin line that is barely visible until he opens it to speak.]

Heads up: if any of you guys see a rooster that looks like it's been fused with a telephone box, do me a huge favor and run, not walk, in the opposite direction if you want to wake up tomorrow with still ten fingers. [He hasn't lost any of his own yet but it's only a matter of time.] I don't think there's another one of these Frankenchickens out there but just in case.

[There's long-suffering sigh and he's about to say more when he immediately gets drowned out by the rooster rattling around in its makeshift cage and crowing its little cybernetic head off. At the rate things are going, that cage ain't gonna hold it much longer and then fingers are actually going to be lost.

Scott turns and attempts to shush the rooster several times, but since the rooster listens to him about as well as everyone else does (which is to say not at all), he finally gives up and just ignores the damn thing, pinching his nose in exasperation.]

Anyone have any extra bandages? And maybe a flamethrower? You'll get paid back in chicken patties.

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[Toro laughs then.] It is a nice day, ain't it? We could take a day trip to the other turtle and have a roast. You know put the food on the spick and everything.

['The spick'? That is a term he has not heard in a long time. But he likes this guy's easygoingness and it brings a smile to his face.]

You think anyone would mind, or you think they'll all start screaming about how we shouldn't be enjoying ourselves with that big bad threat looming over our shoulders?

[He just shakes his head and rolls his eyes a bit because he's heard that before.] Thing you gotta learn early is that there is always some big bad threat looming. I wouldn't have told people never to enjoy themselves just because the Nazis were invading Europe on the other side of the ocean. It just means you appreciate the chance to have a good time even more 'cause it could be upended at any time.

[There's the smallest laugh at that, equal parts amused and resigned. He's learned that lesson a little too well in the past.]

I've gotten pretty good at that. [Gotta love life experiences.] I don't think the picnic's gonna happen though sadly, unless you've got other chickens stashed away somewhere. Guy wants his chicken back.

You mean the uh--fella who says its an agent of the USDA? [Yeah, he talked to him, too.] Are you sure he's...you know. [He raises his eyebrows suggestively because he won't outright say "all in there, up there."]

[That is a very very good question Toro and one Scott isn't really sure of the answer to.]

At this point I'm not sure of anything but the alternative is being stuck with something that'll probably decapitate me in two days. [Which is really not how he wants to die a second time.] Unless you want to take it?

What? Criminy, I wouldn't know what to do with killer poultry. Unless someone wants fried chicken that gives you a stomach ache.

I'm sure there's someone who'd be willing to try it. [Maybe one of the speedsters can volunteer or something.] Maybe you can ask around and call it science.

[Toro has to chuckle at that.] If he keeps giving you trouble like that, then sure. I'm sure I know a fella or two who'd be willing to put their iron stomachs on the line for the sake of science.

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