Chapter 5: Bite me! Mmm . . . Crunchy!
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A/N: back again, to disclaim, to write, and to shock everyone horribly. **. . . ** indicates a person's thoughts. It's been a while since we have updated, but then, it has been a while since Chunkymunky241 and I have been able to collaborate. ANYWHO we are gonna mess with stuff, so just bear with us. We like plot twists, okay! Geez.
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Diana was pacing in her room. Green Lantern was pacing in his room. Martian Manhunter paced, though not in his room. No one knew where Hawkgirl was. Each was consumed with his or her own personal problems. They spent the night like this, wrapped in thought, wanting help from someone else, but unwilling to ask. The proud bastards.
Diana wondered about Batman. Did he really care for her, or did he just have a few too many to drink? She sighed. She knew she was not his first. Probably wouldn't be his last. Batman had a tendency to leave nearly as many broken hearts in his wake as playboy Bruce Wayne. And she HAD heard of a Talia. She sighed again. She was being pathetic. She looked out the window again, staring at her home planet. But was it really her home? Diana didn't even know if she truly counted as a human. She HAD been made out of clay. The planetoid out there was Man's World, a world she didn't really understand. She felt left out, as if everything she had ever known was a fake. Did Batman feel like this all the time? Was that why he shunned working as a team? She didn't know. Maybe she never would. What did he want from this world, anyways? All she wanted was his trust and affection. He had her love, whatever he might do with it. She doubted she would ever really get his. She doubted he still believed in love.
Green Lantern had finally gone to bed around two in the morning. He woke at about eight. He woke at about eight everyday. He sat up and slipped on his ring, turning his eyes from a deep brown to blazing green. He put on his black and green uniform as the automatic lights in the room flickered on. The door to the hallway opened with a swish and he peered out. Lantern walked across the hall to the communal bathroom. There he washed his face, and paused for a moment as he stared at his reflection. A knock at the door broke off his thoughts.
"I REALLY NEED TO SHOWER!!!"
GL suppressed a chuckle as the door slid open to reveal a disheveled Wonder Woman.
"Thank you very much . . . You are leaving, aren't you?"
"Yes. All free for you, you Highness."
"Oh good." She brushed past him and started removing jewelry. Lantern left quickly, as he wasn't sure if Diana had learned modesty on Themyscira. Not that seeing her would be a bad thing . . . but still. He heard the shower turn on as he continued to walk toward the kitchen. He was hungry. Maybe there were some of those fishsticks left over from the night before.
Martian Manhunter stopped pacing when Green Lantern entered the room. J'Onn never had gotten any sleep, so he was getting a bit cranky. Cranky for J'Onn just meant he was more solemn than usual. He was still upset over Hawkgirl's disappearance, and the fact that he couldn't delve into her mind. He had sensed a great turmoil inside her mind, a chaos of conflicting loyalties and torn emotions. With all the disorder, he couldn't get to the heart of her problems. This disturbed him. It had never happened before. How odd. The tall Martian walked over to Green Lantern, intent on inquiring how the human had slept. GL was sitting at the kitchen table munching on fishsticks. He offered one to J'Onn.
"Hey, you want one? They're pretty good."
"No thank you. I just need some water," replied the Martian. (hint, hint, Piccolo fans!)
About ten minutes later, Wonder Woman strolled in, her hair wrapped up neatly in a towel. (oh, but the rest of her was dressed too. Tee hee.) She headed straight for the cupboard, peering inside for anything remotely resembling a breakfast. All she saw was a can of sweetened condensed milk, diet split pea soup, cream of tartar, jelly cranberry sauce, a bottle of vinegar, tonic water, and some cottage cheese that looked like it had been there a mite too long. Her face scrunched up in disgust.
"I think we need to go shopping," she muttered.
"Diana, we have some fishsticks here if you want," GL said, sliding the plate in her direction.
She picked up a stick from the plate, examining it before taking a delicate bite. She chewed for a bit and swallowed, smiling a little. "These aren't bad," she commented.
"Nope," GL said, inhaling another fishstick.
Diana reached for another one when she felt a presence in a doorway. Without turning to face him she said, "Would you like some fishsticks . . . . . . . . .Batman?"
The shadow in the door answered with a gruff, "No thanks. I have to install this into the main computer." He pulled an AOL version 11 billion point 7 out of his cape.
"All right then," Wonder Woman said, keeping her voice purposely neutral, but looking down at her plate with a depressed look in her eye.
Batman hesitated for just a moment before he left to go to the monitor room.
Green Lantern quirked his brow a little at the scene before him. Apparently he wasn't the only one with relationship problems.
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The winds picked up a little more as she increased altitude, enjoying the feeling of the thermals brushing against her wings. She had left the Javelin-7 parked somewhere in the woods, opting for a freer, more natural flight. Swooping and darting between the great cumulous clouds, her smooth, graceful actions did little to belie the troubled thoughts circulating within her head.
Flying alone like this, however, always seemed to give her a sense of peace, a freedom that she couldn't get when she was grounded with others. To just be flying without a sense of immediate direction, without a mission, without inhibitions seemed to be the only area in her life where she really felt like she was *living.* Well, besides fighting, of course. Fighting had its drawbacks though. Mostly in the fact that someone always had to get hurt. Now, soaring above everything else, she felt a relief that no one could get hurt up here.
She really didn't need any more pain anyway.
She had started her flight in the wee hours of the morning, lifting off from the Javelin just as the night stars were beginning to fade. The waning of the moon had been her companion, setting the planet softly aglow with its silver sheen as she rose into the sky. All had been silent during the passing of the night, and even now, as the sun rose up over the hills, there was no sound to interrupt the sky's tranquility. Except . . .
"Tip-toe . . . through the tulips . . ."
Hawkgirl blinked at the intruding song. She peered around from her airborne position to locate its singer, but found no change in the scenery she had seen before. The same mountains were looming before the same rising sun; the same trees were swaying in the same breeze; the same blazing trail of dust was rising up from beneath the same forest canopy . . . wait a minute . . . dust?
She flew down to the dusty trail and noted a scarlet blur streaking through the not very scarlet forest. Oh good. Typical that she should find Flash, here, of all places. She landed in a very convenient clearing to spy on the little blitz of red. **Skies above but I hate that song.** (She is of course referring to "Tiptoe through the Tulips" by Tiny Tim. As any Brit or friend of a Brit knows, that is the worst song known to humanity. It is so completely out of tune that even BANDOS wince. And that is saying something.)
Enter Flash. He speeds through the clearing, does a double-take on the occupant of the clearing, and promptly rams into a tree.
"Nice going, George of the Jungle," commented a very smirky Hawkgirl.
Flash, still a tad dazed, wandered over to where Hawkgirl had perched herself. He looked up and smiled. "Howdy. Fancy meetin' you out here, little lady . . . "
"Uh, sure . . . . . . Flash, are you okay? I think you may have hit your head one too many times." She gracefully slid down next to him, looking concerned. She put her left hand on his head and gave a small frown as she guided him to a large rock and sat him down. He moved sluggishly, as though drunk.
"Flash, are you drunk?"
"Wha . . . ? No. . . . I don't get drunk. You do. Remember?"
Hawkgirl gave an indignant little gasp and dropped her hands from Flash's head and arm. It seemed to break Flash out of his dazed reverie (no, he wasn't drunk. He just ran into a tree at like 140MPH. I would be a tad confused myself.) because he put a hand on her shoulder. "Oh Hawkgirl, I didn't mean it like that . . . It's just, I had to carry you to your room. That's how loaded you were."
There was an awkward pause before Flash continued. "You know, some people drink to forget. Musta been a doozie for you to do that to yourself. Care to share?"
"I don't know. That whole evening seems a blur to me. I remember fighting over something with Diana, and some lyrics from 'Who let the Dogs out?' but that's it. Then, I wake up that morning and find myself-oh, I am just confused."
"There, there," Flash said, patting her on the back, and she frowned, puzzled. "I know," he sighed, "but it was the best I could think of."
"Heh," she smiled a little.
"Hey, look, it worked!" he grinned. "So, not to regress back into bad memories, but do you remember what you did to GL that night?"
"WHAT??" Hawkgirl stood up abruptly, knocking Flash over onto the forest floor.
In a mildly muffled voice, Flash replied, "Oh, you didn't know about that?" (okay, so it kinda sounded like "oh, oou iddint oh aout at?")
"Tell me all about it! Please, Flash!" she practically yelled as she pulled him up and shook him by the shoulders. Oh, can you just imagine her mental pictures. Horrible, yet. . . . not so horrible. Buahaha.
Flash was vaguely reminded of whiplash as he was violently attacked by the desperate Hawkgirl.
"WAIT! I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!"
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Batman was busy installing AOL version 11 billion point 7 in the lovely little, okay big, computer room of the lovely BIG space station that we lovingly call the Watchtower, since it resembles those lovely little Scottish fortress castle thingies that we love. (Sorrie. Enough with the love. We are starting to act like "Spicy Nachos")
Anywho. He had just rebooted the system when he heard a gentle tapping at the doorway. He turned, his eyes having to adjust to the light flooding in past the curved silhouette of Diana. **Oh no. What should I say what should I say? Sorry, that was fun, but I only go for one night stands? No, too insensitive. Diana, I just don't think this is working. That's impersonal. Sorry, you aren't my type, I only go for humans. No, that one would just make her cry. . . . I love you, but I'm not IN love with you. . . . I only think of you as a sister-oh hell no that one is just wrong. Fucking A. ** Batman was feeling awkward. He decided to just ask cautiously, "Hi, Diana. How are you?"
"Um, I'm okay. . . You didn't call." Wonder Woman responded slowly.
"Well, I've been busy. I have a whole city to defend. I can't just think of one person all the time," was his gruff reply.
"Oh, Right. Yeah. . . ." Diana answered meekly. She seemed taken aback because she just looked down at him, nodded once, and left silently.
Batman just thought to himself,** Oh shit.**
J'Onn, who felt that listening to that conversation would be worthwhile, just thought to himself, ** Oh my God. She's going to kill him. Poor Bruce."
^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ METROPOLIS, CLARK KENT'S APARTMENT
"WHAT??? Oh my goodness.."
"Clark, are you okay? Clark? I know it is a bit sudden, but, we can handle it, right?"
"Lois..I thought you were taking something. I mean, I."
"Claaaaaark!..you don't love me!!! You don't want to have children with me! It's because I'm ugly, isn't it? Compared to HER I am nothing! She's so PERFECT and tall and strong!" Lois promptly started to sob hysterically. Clark, who had no idea what to do, just sat in front of her, and looked worried. He finally gathered enough courage to ask against her torrent, "Are you sure?"
"OF COURSE I'M SURE!!! I'M A FEMALE, AREN'T I?? AND I WENT TO THE DOCTOR AND SHE CONFIRMED IT TOO!! Why can't you just accept it? Is it because you would rather that SHE was pregnant? You heartless bastard!!!" and Lois just kept crying.
"Lois, I love you, honey. I would never feel that way about Diana. And I am happy, really I am. It's just that I am surprised. Really, I'm happy. Oh, come here, honey." And poor little Superman just held the sobbing little Lois and she eventually stopped crying but he kept holding her. He didn't want her to feel alone and he didn't want her to feel unloved. So he held her, because she loved him and he loved her and they just had to be together. That was the only way they could work. Together. Because they didn't know how to tell each other, but they loved each other, so much that it hurt. So much that she would cry over jealousy. So much that he would lie to keep her from hurting.
J'Onn thought to himself, ** Congratulations, Clark. It's a boy.**
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Zippy: Well, that was fun.
Chunks: Yeah, it was a pretty great band season, wasn't it?
Zippy: Dork.
Chunks: You're a dork. Stupid Brasshole.
Ed: Review if you love Spike!! Mmm . . . chee~tohs.
Ein: =squeak=
Zippy: =squeak= DREW, I HATE YOU! Quit poking me!
Drew: Whoa, that sounded wrong.
Chunks: Oh, but it was funny.
Justin: Hehe.
Chunks: Yeah. Justin, gimme your glasses.
Justin: No! Back off!
Drew: Go away.
Justin: Crazy girls.
Zippy & Ein: =squeak= =squeak=
[END]
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A/N: back again, to disclaim, to write, and to shock everyone horribly. **. . . ** indicates a person's thoughts. It's been a while since we have updated, but then, it has been a while since Chunkymunky241 and I have been able to collaborate. ANYWHO we are gonna mess with stuff, so just bear with us. We like plot twists, okay! Geez.
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Diana was pacing in her room. Green Lantern was pacing in his room. Martian Manhunter paced, though not in his room. No one knew where Hawkgirl was. Each was consumed with his or her own personal problems. They spent the night like this, wrapped in thought, wanting help from someone else, but unwilling to ask. The proud bastards.
Diana wondered about Batman. Did he really care for her, or did he just have a few too many to drink? She sighed. She knew she was not his first. Probably wouldn't be his last. Batman had a tendency to leave nearly as many broken hearts in his wake as playboy Bruce Wayne. And she HAD heard of a Talia. She sighed again. She was being pathetic. She looked out the window again, staring at her home planet. But was it really her home? Diana didn't even know if she truly counted as a human. She HAD been made out of clay. The planetoid out there was Man's World, a world she didn't really understand. She felt left out, as if everything she had ever known was a fake. Did Batman feel like this all the time? Was that why he shunned working as a team? She didn't know. Maybe she never would. What did he want from this world, anyways? All she wanted was his trust and affection. He had her love, whatever he might do with it. She doubted she would ever really get his. She doubted he still believed in love.
Green Lantern had finally gone to bed around two in the morning. He woke at about eight. He woke at about eight everyday. He sat up and slipped on his ring, turning his eyes from a deep brown to blazing green. He put on his black and green uniform as the automatic lights in the room flickered on. The door to the hallway opened with a swish and he peered out. Lantern walked across the hall to the communal bathroom. There he washed his face, and paused for a moment as he stared at his reflection. A knock at the door broke off his thoughts.
"I REALLY NEED TO SHOWER!!!"
GL suppressed a chuckle as the door slid open to reveal a disheveled Wonder Woman.
"Thank you very much . . . You are leaving, aren't you?"
"Yes. All free for you, you Highness."
"Oh good." She brushed past him and started removing jewelry. Lantern left quickly, as he wasn't sure if Diana had learned modesty on Themyscira. Not that seeing her would be a bad thing . . . but still. He heard the shower turn on as he continued to walk toward the kitchen. He was hungry. Maybe there were some of those fishsticks left over from the night before.
Martian Manhunter stopped pacing when Green Lantern entered the room. J'Onn never had gotten any sleep, so he was getting a bit cranky. Cranky for J'Onn just meant he was more solemn than usual. He was still upset over Hawkgirl's disappearance, and the fact that he couldn't delve into her mind. He had sensed a great turmoil inside her mind, a chaos of conflicting loyalties and torn emotions. With all the disorder, he couldn't get to the heart of her problems. This disturbed him. It had never happened before. How odd. The tall Martian walked over to Green Lantern, intent on inquiring how the human had slept. GL was sitting at the kitchen table munching on fishsticks. He offered one to J'Onn.
"Hey, you want one? They're pretty good."
"No thank you. I just need some water," replied the Martian. (hint, hint, Piccolo fans!)
About ten minutes later, Wonder Woman strolled in, her hair wrapped up neatly in a towel. (oh, but the rest of her was dressed too. Tee hee.) She headed straight for the cupboard, peering inside for anything remotely resembling a breakfast. All she saw was a can of sweetened condensed milk, diet split pea soup, cream of tartar, jelly cranberry sauce, a bottle of vinegar, tonic water, and some cottage cheese that looked like it had been there a mite too long. Her face scrunched up in disgust.
"I think we need to go shopping," she muttered.
"Diana, we have some fishsticks here if you want," GL said, sliding the plate in her direction.
She picked up a stick from the plate, examining it before taking a delicate bite. She chewed for a bit and swallowed, smiling a little. "These aren't bad," she commented.
"Nope," GL said, inhaling another fishstick.
Diana reached for another one when she felt a presence in a doorway. Without turning to face him she said, "Would you like some fishsticks . . . . . . . . .Batman?"
The shadow in the door answered with a gruff, "No thanks. I have to install this into the main computer." He pulled an AOL version 11 billion point 7 out of his cape.
"All right then," Wonder Woman said, keeping her voice purposely neutral, but looking down at her plate with a depressed look in her eye.
Batman hesitated for just a moment before he left to go to the monitor room.
Green Lantern quirked his brow a little at the scene before him. Apparently he wasn't the only one with relationship problems.
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The winds picked up a little more as she increased altitude, enjoying the feeling of the thermals brushing against her wings. She had left the Javelin-7 parked somewhere in the woods, opting for a freer, more natural flight. Swooping and darting between the great cumulous clouds, her smooth, graceful actions did little to belie the troubled thoughts circulating within her head.
Flying alone like this, however, always seemed to give her a sense of peace, a freedom that she couldn't get when she was grounded with others. To just be flying without a sense of immediate direction, without a mission, without inhibitions seemed to be the only area in her life where she really felt like she was *living.* Well, besides fighting, of course. Fighting had its drawbacks though. Mostly in the fact that someone always had to get hurt. Now, soaring above everything else, she felt a relief that no one could get hurt up here.
She really didn't need any more pain anyway.
She had started her flight in the wee hours of the morning, lifting off from the Javelin just as the night stars were beginning to fade. The waning of the moon had been her companion, setting the planet softly aglow with its silver sheen as she rose into the sky. All had been silent during the passing of the night, and even now, as the sun rose up over the hills, there was no sound to interrupt the sky's tranquility. Except . . .
"Tip-toe . . . through the tulips . . ."
Hawkgirl blinked at the intruding song. She peered around from her airborne position to locate its singer, but found no change in the scenery she had seen before. The same mountains were looming before the same rising sun; the same trees were swaying in the same breeze; the same blazing trail of dust was rising up from beneath the same forest canopy . . . wait a minute . . . dust?
She flew down to the dusty trail and noted a scarlet blur streaking through the not very scarlet forest. Oh good. Typical that she should find Flash, here, of all places. She landed in a very convenient clearing to spy on the little blitz of red. **Skies above but I hate that song.** (She is of course referring to "Tiptoe through the Tulips" by Tiny Tim. As any Brit or friend of a Brit knows, that is the worst song known to humanity. It is so completely out of tune that even BANDOS wince. And that is saying something.)
Enter Flash. He speeds through the clearing, does a double-take on the occupant of the clearing, and promptly rams into a tree.
"Nice going, George of the Jungle," commented a very smirky Hawkgirl.
Flash, still a tad dazed, wandered over to where Hawkgirl had perched herself. He looked up and smiled. "Howdy. Fancy meetin' you out here, little lady . . . "
"Uh, sure . . . . . . Flash, are you okay? I think you may have hit your head one too many times." She gracefully slid down next to him, looking concerned. She put her left hand on his head and gave a small frown as she guided him to a large rock and sat him down. He moved sluggishly, as though drunk.
"Flash, are you drunk?"
"Wha . . . ? No. . . . I don't get drunk. You do. Remember?"
Hawkgirl gave an indignant little gasp and dropped her hands from Flash's head and arm. It seemed to break Flash out of his dazed reverie (no, he wasn't drunk. He just ran into a tree at like 140MPH. I would be a tad confused myself.) because he put a hand on her shoulder. "Oh Hawkgirl, I didn't mean it like that . . . It's just, I had to carry you to your room. That's how loaded you were."
There was an awkward pause before Flash continued. "You know, some people drink to forget. Musta been a doozie for you to do that to yourself. Care to share?"
"I don't know. That whole evening seems a blur to me. I remember fighting over something with Diana, and some lyrics from 'Who let the Dogs out?' but that's it. Then, I wake up that morning and find myself-oh, I am just confused."
"There, there," Flash said, patting her on the back, and she frowned, puzzled. "I know," he sighed, "but it was the best I could think of."
"Heh," she smiled a little.
"Hey, look, it worked!" he grinned. "So, not to regress back into bad memories, but do you remember what you did to GL that night?"
"WHAT??" Hawkgirl stood up abruptly, knocking Flash over onto the forest floor.
In a mildly muffled voice, Flash replied, "Oh, you didn't know about that?" (okay, so it kinda sounded like "oh, oou iddint oh aout at?")
"Tell me all about it! Please, Flash!" she practically yelled as she pulled him up and shook him by the shoulders. Oh, can you just imagine her mental pictures. Horrible, yet. . . . not so horrible. Buahaha.
Flash was vaguely reminded of whiplash as he was violently attacked by the desperate Hawkgirl.
"WAIT! I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!"
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ MEANWHILE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Batman was busy installing AOL version 11 billion point 7 in the lovely little, okay big, computer room of the lovely BIG space station that we lovingly call the Watchtower, since it resembles those lovely little Scottish fortress castle thingies that we love. (Sorrie. Enough with the love. We are starting to act like "Spicy Nachos")
Anywho. He had just rebooted the system when he heard a gentle tapping at the doorway. He turned, his eyes having to adjust to the light flooding in past the curved silhouette of Diana. **Oh no. What should I say what should I say? Sorry, that was fun, but I only go for one night stands? No, too insensitive. Diana, I just don't think this is working. That's impersonal. Sorry, you aren't my type, I only go for humans. No, that one would just make her cry. . . . I love you, but I'm not IN love with you. . . . I only think of you as a sister-oh hell no that one is just wrong. Fucking A. ** Batman was feeling awkward. He decided to just ask cautiously, "Hi, Diana. How are you?"
"Um, I'm okay. . . You didn't call." Wonder Woman responded slowly.
"Well, I've been busy. I have a whole city to defend. I can't just think of one person all the time," was his gruff reply.
"Oh, Right. Yeah. . . ." Diana answered meekly. She seemed taken aback because she just looked down at him, nodded once, and left silently.
Batman just thought to himself,** Oh shit.**
J'Onn, who felt that listening to that conversation would be worthwhile, just thought to himself, ** Oh my God. She's going to kill him. Poor Bruce."
^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ METROPOLIS, CLARK KENT'S APARTMENT
"WHAT??? Oh my goodness.."
"Clark, are you okay? Clark? I know it is a bit sudden, but, we can handle it, right?"
"Lois..I thought you were taking something. I mean, I."
"Claaaaaark!..you don't love me!!! You don't want to have children with me! It's because I'm ugly, isn't it? Compared to HER I am nothing! She's so PERFECT and tall and strong!" Lois promptly started to sob hysterically. Clark, who had no idea what to do, just sat in front of her, and looked worried. He finally gathered enough courage to ask against her torrent, "Are you sure?"
"OF COURSE I'M SURE!!! I'M A FEMALE, AREN'T I?? AND I WENT TO THE DOCTOR AND SHE CONFIRMED IT TOO!! Why can't you just accept it? Is it because you would rather that SHE was pregnant? You heartless bastard!!!" and Lois just kept crying.
"Lois, I love you, honey. I would never feel that way about Diana. And I am happy, really I am. It's just that I am surprised. Really, I'm happy. Oh, come here, honey." And poor little Superman just held the sobbing little Lois and she eventually stopped crying but he kept holding her. He didn't want her to feel alone and he didn't want her to feel unloved. So he held her, because she loved him and he loved her and they just had to be together. That was the only way they could work. Together. Because they didn't know how to tell each other, but they loved each other, so much that it hurt. So much that she would cry over jealousy. So much that he would lie to keep her from hurting.
J'Onn thought to himself, ** Congratulations, Clark. It's a boy.**
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Zippy: Well, that was fun.
Chunks: Yeah, it was a pretty great band season, wasn't it?
Zippy: Dork.
Chunks: You're a dork. Stupid Brasshole.
Ed: Review if you love Spike!! Mmm . . . chee~tohs.
Ein: =squeak=
Zippy: =squeak= DREW, I HATE YOU! Quit poking me!
Drew: Whoa, that sounded wrong.
Chunks: Oh, but it was funny.
Justin: Hehe.
Chunks: Yeah. Justin, gimme your glasses.
Justin: No! Back off!
Drew: Go away.
Justin: Crazy girls.
Zippy & Ein: =squeak= =squeak=
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