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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.
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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Who needs timeline preservation when you're from comics!!At the mention of Poyo, he winces. The damn chicken still exists, doesn't it?]
Right. The chicken's still a thing. [Dammit.] But I'll help clean and then you can be on your way.
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The players, of course! While all our characters point and laugh. 'Cept maybe not your guys.]Yes, it is. Funny how that works, isn't it? [She sounds amused as she says it, though.]
I can also help you tidy all this up too, before I leave. [A wave at cereal bowl mountain.]
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[Wow, way to make a grown man blush, Bianca. Despite the fact that Scott is perfectly comfortable with his cleanliness habits when it comes to friends, Bianca is not a friend and probably did not need to be exposed to his pigsty of a kitchen.]
That's—that's really okay. Really. I'm sure you have much better things to do with your time [than help a grown man clean his kitchen].
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It'll give you a chance to put off dealing with the rooster.
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Yeah, but that wouldn't be very responsible, now would it?
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It's impossible to be responsible all the time.
[Sometimes you just have to relax and hope your children don't get into a fight over the remotes.]
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That's true. But really, I can handle this. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die. [Look he's even doing the corresponding motions.]
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Try not to. [She says that with a smile as she starts putting things back into the first aid kit she brought with her.]