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[moveslikestrider]

really
is this really how this is going to go down

this feels a little like dejavu but without the hey ive been here before
like the circumstances feel somewhat passingly familiar
me and some weird pony just hanging out and waiting to see whats up
maybe ill name her black beauty not that shes black
youre a she right
im not looking to check fyi
you do that on your own time

were new in town and too cool for school or so someone calling herself my mom seems to think
ive seen my mom shes way hotter than that
there is a clear path of how did this dude came to be when you look at mom
not so much here sorry lady
but you can keep thinking whatever thats cool

now seriously what the hell is going on

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[moveslikestrider]

im almost offended
all you can think of is your feet smell
i bet you smell like what a horse leaves behind
spoilers after they took a dump

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[piccolino]

That's the stuff your brain is made out of! Because nothing smart ever comes from it!!

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[moveslikestrider]

and this is lack of original thought part two
try harder bro im yawning over here at your lack luster burns
theyre not even burns theyre burnabees who cant even muster up the charring power to scorch a fly let alone a person

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[piccolino]

[Romano can't even write a proper message to this. He's yelling at his pokegear as if Dave could really hear him, something along the lines of "YOUR FATHER WAS A PIG AND SO WAS YOUR MOTHER."]

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[piccolino]

[After what seems like a good 30 minutes at most, Romano makes contact again. And it's a rather strange request.]

Are you the one wearing shades?

[Romano's already looking around town for a guy with "shades".]

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[moveslikestrider]

what cant find that out yourself
thought you were smart
maybe i paid or asked a guy to stand around in shades to throw you off

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[piccolino]

[...Romano was not going to be the bigger man and ignore that.]

I AM smart! And who the hell would you pay anyway? No one wants your cheap money!!

[He starts wandering around town, Bulbasaur in tow, looking up at faces he can't recognize to save his life. ...The creepy guy did tell him about "shades" and something about red letters...]

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[moveslikestrider]

are you now
nah i dont think so
all youve proven is you parrot words back
polly want a cracker

[Dave is by himself at the edge of town staring at the road ahead. His shades are in his pocket because he needs a better look at the road. But damn the light is too bright. He slides his shades back on as Lady B takes a few steps towards the grass.

Having ditched Gamzee, Dave is pretty content to start walking forward with intent to leave town. He has friends to meet up with.]