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*BANG!*

(Howard! What the fuck you little sh-)

*BOOOOOM!*

(Stop it!)

Seirah watched with no little amusement as her (currently nutty) boyfriend screamed and cried environmentalist tears as he tried to kill his employer. The scene was something out of an acid trip - not that Whip knew what an acid trip was like, of course - and was intensely strange to the point of hilarity.

(I thought it was brea-)

*BA-BLAM!*

Rock had gone full Eighties. Over the phone this morning, Whip had to convince him not to wear his tie-dyed yoga pants, claiming that jeans were spiritual enough for a man who had attained his level of enlightenment. Iori wasn't much better, and had worn tie-dyed Yoga Pants. Obviously, Rock had bought him a pair in an effort to 'bring him closer to Nirvana'. Whatever that meant. Leona would certainly be adding this particular ensemble to her Yagami's shitty outfits blog.

(You're a monster! How dare you!)

(I told you, I thought it was baked! Ahh! fuck-)

(Die!)

Earlier this morning, Whip had flown in from Argentina and demanded that Rock pick her up from the airport at 6am. Luckily there was nobody on the road, because Rock wasn't a great driver to begin with - and driving half asleep was a recipe for disaster. It was already a miracle he didn't get himself killed on the road this morning, so Whip (who was much more awake) drove them both to the band's 'office' and spent a couple of hours watching (sleeping through) youtube videos.

They had lain there on the couches, and by the time 9:00 rolled around (and Iori Yagami rolled up) had ventured into the world of adorable baby seal videos.

They were both bug eyed and rosy cheeked at - what Whip had affectionately nicknamed 'water sausages' - when bossman kicked down the door and walked over to see what they were up to. By this time, Rock had woken up and tilted his screen to show his employer the incredibly fat, absolutely adorable harp seal they were watching flop around on the screen.

Iori looked at it quite seriously, and responded with a deadpan..

"Very nice. It looks really delicious. Can you call the produ-"

"What!"

Rock tumbled off the couch with all the righteous (greenpeace) fury he could muster, and seized his employer by the front of his shirt. Iori looked unphased, if not a bit confused.

"... I said they look tasty, what's up with y-"

*BOOM*

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