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Warning: Also pretty short. And language. Fairly mild.
"Moist, you are drowning your hot dog," Doc pointed out, leaning across the counter towards me. "In my ketchup, I might add."
"I'll buy you more," I said, hitting the bottom of the ketchup bottle with the heel of my hand. Billy raised an eyebrow.
"No you won't, and you know it."
I smiled. "Yeah, you're right. But I'm thankful! You know, villainously," I added.
The Doctor, however, seemed to be over me stealing most of his ketchup and was instead staring at my hot dog with a look of confusion. "Why all that ketchup, anyway? I didn't think you liked it that much."
"Hey, ketchup is pretty evil. Very bad-ass for a condiment," I explained, nodding confidently as I continued to poor ketchup on what by now just appeared to be… A pile of ketchup.
"It is?"
"Yeah, it's like blood. Sort of. You know, it looks like blood.""Thick blood," Doc commented dryly.
"Which makes it even more gross! And gross is pretty evil." I paused. "Well, okay, maybe it's not that evil. But gross and me do go together," I chuckled lightly.
