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Post by Nick Cross on Sept 11, 2018 9:36:26 GMT -4
Nick could not stay away from the camp, apparently. Even after the previous day’s events, in which he had almost been killed by a rogue soldier who had hijacked an obstacle course to fire real bullets and then attacked him, he was back again.
The truth was, it was very much the rogue soldier’s fault that he had returned so quickly. He had to know if the attack had been a fluke and exactly how ‘rogue’ the soldier truly had been. His suspicions that there was more to this camp than met the eye, that the military were up to something had only grown ever stronger.
He wandered up and down the camp, eyes intently scanning the faces of everyone he passed, especially those in uniforms, and stopping occasionally to watch the various different events scattered around the area.
The sound of engines suddenly caught his attention. He followed the sound and was met with a signup desk beside a sign that proudly declared Go-Kart Assault Course. Behind the desk he could just see piles of tyres with a track between them go-karts were indeed roaring across.
“Wait, there are go-karts here?” he blurted in disbelief, wondering how he could have missed such a thing on his first visit. He was so in disbelief he forgot entirely that in his disguise as Sam Turner, the blonde-haired, moustachioed tourist from England, he was supposed to speak broken Japanese.
The man at the signup desk glanced up at his outburst.
“Yeah,” he replied. “We have to drive vehicles through hostile environments in the military. This is meant to simulate that experience. You and a partner have to get around the track while avoiding getting hit by the obstacles as much as possible. One of you drives and the other stands on the back.”
“Huh,” was all Nick could say. Definitely not the sort of thing he would have expected to find. He wondered if he would be shot at by real bullets again if he gave it a go – though he rather lacked in the partner department, he realised.
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Post by Goro Utari on Sept 11, 2018 19:27:33 GMT -4
Goro didn’t know why he was even at the camp again. The combat area had interested him, initially, but his interest had quickly waned as he’d actually entered it. There wasn’t really anything for him to look there beyond ‘which of these muscle heads can lift a heavier object?’, so nothing that he really cared to pay attention to for more than a second.
“Wait, there are go-karts here?”
An all-too-familiar voice cut through his tired, disinterested haze, and he immediately turned in its direction. Nick’s voice. It hadn’t come from too far away, near to the Go-Kart Assault Course. Part of him wanted to run right for him and take him by surprise, maybe this time he’d finally take him down. Another part of him wanted to just back off and pretend he’d never heard him. They were in public, trying to start something out here would probably end with a bullet through his head.
Even with that in consideration, he couldn’t stop himself from drifting towards the sign-up desk. At the very least, simply making his presence known wouldn’t hurt him any, and if Nick makes the first move he’d seem the aggressor. However, as he got closer, he realized Nick… wasn’t there. Or at least, he PROBABLY wasn’t, but that blonde foreigner who was still there looked familiar. He stared at the other man for a moment, slowly picking out facial features that were identical to Nick’s, before he stopped himself.
If this man is Nick in an embarrassing disguise, surely, he’ll have some kind of response to Goro’s presence. But if he isn’t, then Goro trying to call him out as if he is would be a disaster. The mere thought of Nick desperately pulling together a disguise like this was hilarious, and Goro couldn’t stop himself from chuckling as he walked closer to the desk.
“This is a two-man thing, then? Well, there’s two of us here who don’t have anyone else to do this with.” He glanced over at Nick(?), and managed to force himself to stop smirking. “We’ll have to do it together, if there isn’t anyone else around.”
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Post by Nick Cross on Sept 13, 2018 12:39:16 GMT -4
Nick was still debating whether to sign up or not when he heard a voice he had hoped to never hear again. It was a voice that sent shivers down his spine and made his jaw clench.
That he was able to turn to look at the source of the voice and not immediately go berserk was nothing short of a miracle, but the sight still forced him to resist trembling from rage with everything he had. No. No. Of all the billions of people on the planet Earth, why did Goro have to be there? He would even have preferred Rin be there than his idiot waste of space brother.
He hoped with all his heart his cheeks were not visibly burning, though they felt as though they were. The humiliation of Goro catching him in his admittedly rushed disguise was up there with being caught naked. It was not quite as humiliating as the fact Goro had gotten the last blow in their previous fight, mind…
I hate my life so much, he miserably thought. He really was beginning to feel as though his life was just one great big cosmic joke.
He supposed he could simply walk away, but would that make Goro suspicious of him? That was if Goro had not recognised him already. They had lived together for half their lives, after all, so if anyone could recognise him in his disguise, it would be Goro.
Goro gave no outright indication he had recognised him, however, at least not that Nick noticed. Nick remained tense as he listened to Goro say they should do the course together.
Maybe I can crash the kart and claim it’s an accident, he thought. Or maybe they’ll rig a turret to shoot bullets again and I can drive into the path of it…
If it meant maiming Goro, then he was willing to give it a go.
“Alright, let’s do it,” he said to the man at the desk. “Put down Sam Turner.”
Don’t say anything about my real name, Goro you bastard…
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Post by Goro Utari on Sept 13, 2018 19:51:07 GMT -4
It took every ounce of restraint Goro could muster to not burst out laughing as he watched the other man’s face twist in suppressed humiliation. At the very least, his suspicions were somewhat confirmed. Either this was Nick, or a crazy person. Or, he mentally corrected himself, a different crazy person.
Looking at him again, Goro had no idea how he could’ve thought it wasn’t Nick. That awful fake moustache and wig didn’t disguise his face very well, at least not to someone who’d grown up with the bastard, let alone someone who was almost killed by him.
However, simply calling him out here and now wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying as leaving him unsure for as long as possible. Watching him slowly lose his mind trying to tell if Goro has him figured out or not over time would be far better. He tried, and failed, to stifle another chuckle as he turned to the man at the desk.
“And my name is Goro Utari.” No need for a fake name, no one knows him here. “Would I be capable of fitting into the front, considering…” He flapped his wings as he finished his sentence, gesturing to them. He didn’t exactly trust Nick to drive, partially because he definitely never got his drivers license before leaving England and partially because he would absolutely use it to try and kill or at least injure him. Not that he would particularly trust Nick to protect the back either.
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Post by Nick Cross on Sept 14, 2018 15:43:36 GMT -4
God, I hate this so much. Why just why…
Numerous thoughts along these lines dragged their sorry selves through Nick’s increasingly exasperated mind. He watched Goro like a rabbit watching a fox that had just slunk into its territory. Any second he expected him to say something, to shout out ‘there’s a wanted criminal right here!’ at the top of his lungs like the petty bothersome bastard he was.
If Goro truly did recognise him, though, he said nothing to indicate it. That did not seem like Goro at all to Nick. Nick was certain the Goro he knew would seize any opportunity he could to royally screw him over, so what the hell was he playing at? Did he not recognise Nick?
“Yeah, that makes sense,” said the man behind the desk as Goro flexed his wings, eyes growing a little wide as he watched them move. “Uh, it looks like you’ll have to drive then, Mr Turner. Are you okay with that?”
“Okay,” Nick replied, doing his best to flash the man the briefest of smiles, for which he was convinced he deserved every Academy Award there was. He kept his answers short and raised his voice a bit in his best attempt to disguise it from Goro. He could switch back to his broken Japanese act in front of his idiot brother once the man from the desk was gone.
The man from the desk got up and brought them over to the track. He stopped by a chequered line and waited for the kart that had already been active on the track to return. It soon did, its driver and rider both pale but grinning wide.
“Yo, that was awesome!” one of them cried as they both staggered away.
Nick climbed into the driver’s seat as instructed and took hold of the wheel. He inhaled and exhaled deep breaths to steady himself and suppress his urge to slam Goro’s stupid smarmy face repeatedly against the front of the kart.
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Post by Goro Utari on Sept 15, 2018 21:30:30 GMT -4
Nick was definitely starting to freak out. Goro could almost feel the strain behind Nick’s expression, could almost hear him screaming in his own head. He was almost impressed that his brother had kept outwardly calm so far, he’d expected less from him. In fact, he’d expected Nick to either try and run or deck him right in the face.
Even if he had done either, there wasn’t really any benefit to Goro in the long-term to exposing Nick right now. If he died, Mother would probably be none too pleased with either of them. If he were arrested, he’d probably give up at least some information about the Gifted Underground, and if he managed to escape the camp Goro would get maybe a few laughs from watching and then it’d be over. A few laughs, against potentially hours of entertainment, the choice was obvious.
“I’m also okay with Turner driving, as long as he knows what he’s doing.” he said, doing his best to keep his voice calm and not let his sarcasm show through. Of course, Nick won’t know what he’s doing, as far as Goro is concerned he never does. The risks of getting into a kart being driven by someone like that were obvious to him, but if things get particularly bad he could simply fly off the kart and leave Nick to crash, or at least make fun of him afterwards.
He followed Nick and the man to the track, and backed up away from the exiting pair. Looking at the kart now, it seemed harder than he was expecting to fly away, and suddenly he slightly regretted signing up. He climbed onto the back of the kart, and leaned forward.
“Have you ever driven before?” He couldn’t keep a straight face anymore, and he started laughing halfway through the sentence, his wings twitching as he cackled into his hand. "You-snrk- don't look very confident, Turner."
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Post by Nick Cross on Sept 17, 2018 11:31:45 GMT -4
Nick wanted to shrivel up to the size of an atom and disappear from existence. ‘Embarrassing’ really did not begin to cover the situation. He wondered if there was anyone else out there with luck as unbelievably terrible as his.
“Okay, so that’s the accelerator,” said the man from the desk, indicating to one of the pedals by Nick’s feet. “And that’s the brake.”
He might have said more, but Nick only half paid attention. Goro said something to him then, some snide remark about him looking nervous complete with a snicker. He bared his teeth. Did Goro know? The smugness he displayed was a huge indicator – not that Goro was not always a smug bastard of the highest calibre, but between them it got personal.
“Try not to wet yourself,” he replied.
And so he slammed the accelerator with every ounce of strength he had in his body. The kart blasted forward like it had rocket boosters strapped to the back. Nick was thrown back in his seat. His knuckles turned white as he desperately gripped the wheel. His teeth rattled while the kart bumped and bounced across the surprisingly uneven terrain.
Jesus Christ! Is it supposed to be like this?
He forced himself to focus. His goal was to get around this stupid course as fast as possible, maybe maim Goro if given the chance and then get the ever-loving hell out of there.
Come on, shoot at me again. I don’t even mind. Anything to get this bat bitch out of my life for good!
Unfortunately for him, the first turret to appear by the side of the track unleashed not bullets but a storm of paint like it was supposed to.
Damn it, why me?
Nonetheless, Nick swerved the kart so that its back end was in the turret’s firing line. He did not care that such a manoeuvre had them veering towards the tyres that hemmed in the track.
Maybe if I wish hard enough the paint will magically turn into bullets…
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Post by Goro Utari on Sept 17, 2018 20:37:57 GMT -4
Goro wasn’t paying any attention to the instructions being given, he wasn’t the driver after all. It’s Nick’s job to drive, and Goro’s to guard the back. If Nick fucks it up, that’s entirely on him. Goro was already only in this country to try and clean up one mess Nick made, he had no interest in taking responsibility for anymore of Nick’s failures, no matter if it’s something as petty as crashing a kart.
“No need to be so rude.” He managed to calm down enough to respond, just before Nick slammed down on the accelerator. Goro, as it turned out, had not properly braced himself for the kart’s speed and he was thrown back immediately. He silently thanked God that the back wasn’t open, because at these speeds he surely would’ve been thrown out already, and Nick probably wouldn’t have slowed down to let him back on. In fact, he’d probably have doubled back just to try and run him over.
His teeth were chattering and his glasses were pushed uncomfortably close to his eyes by the rushing air. His wings were thrown back and forced open as if they were a parachute. In hopes that this would slow the kart down even minutely, Goro didn’t bother even trying to shut them again. Even if Nick was handling the speed as poorly as Goro was, he surely wouldn’t slow down at all.
He managed to grab onto the front of his platform and pulled himself back into somewhat of a standing position, pushing one foot back against the backside of the platform to steady himself. Just then, the hail of paintballs shot for them, and Nick’s sudden swerve pushed Goro off-balance once more.
“SHIT!” He screamed instinctively, “What the hell is wrong with you?” He managed to stop himself just short of calling Nick by name. Even thrown off by the unexpected high speeds, he still wanted to maintain his façade, no matter how thin it’s already become.
The paintballs splattered across Goro’s wings, pushing him forward abruptly and leaving him leaning forward over the front of his platform precariously. He felt the tyres around the track before his eyes registered them, his echolocation far from perfect at such speeds, but still better than his severely short-sighted eyes struggling to see through lenses bombarded by wind. In a panic, he grabbed the wheel and tried to pull it the other way as hard as he could. If they crashed right now, at this speed and in his current position, Goro had a lot more than whiplash to worry about.
“FUCKING TURN AROUND, WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?” He screamed again, basically right into Nick’s ear due to their current positions, “DO YOU EVEN WANT TO DO THIS PROPERLY, OR ARE YOU JUST BEING A FUCKUP LIKE USUAL?” The last few words slipped out unintentionally, and he didn’t even notice, attention already split between trying to take control of the kart and keeping his wings open fully to block the continuing stream of paintballs.
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Post by Nick Cross on Sept 18, 2018 14:35:55 GMT -4
Despite supposedly being in disguise, Nick was unable to hold back gleeful laughter as the paint splattered across his idiot brother. So what if the irritating dimwit tried to block it with his wings? Those were still a part of him.
His glee was cut short, however, when the madman attempted to wrest the steering wheel from him. Nick hissed and fought for control with everything he had. The kart swayed drunkenly across the track in an oddly snake-like fashion.
Nick felt the world freeze with two simple words: like usual. So, Goro did recognise him. There was no greater confirmation than that. Reality quickly came rushing back with a sensation of blazing hot fury.
“You’re one to talk!” he snarled.
A series of waist-high walls lay ahead. The real task was to weave the kart around them, but Nick had little interest in that. He did his best to send the kart hurtling straight towards one and tried to swerve it so that the back part of it – the part his dearly beloved brother stood upon – would collide with it if he was successful. In his rage he seemed to have momentarily forgotten that Goro was gifted with flight.
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Post by Goro Utari on Sept 21, 2018 17:42:23 GMT -4
Oh no. Goro’s brain had processed his slip of the tongue all too late, and he already knew there wasn’t any way to try and run it back. Nick may be an idiotic failure, but he isn’t that stupid. At the very least, Nick seemed upset about it, which made Goro respond to Nick’s earlier fit of laughter with his own.
He couldn’t quite compose himself enough to actually respond to Nick’s angry retort, and through his laughter he didn’t quite see, or sense, the oncoming walls until they were uncomfortably close. Seconds before the back of the kart collided with the wall, Goro shot off the platform as quickly as he could, straight into the air. He flinched as the platform slammed into the wall, the impact all the more vivid because of the echolocation feedback.
The kart itself didn’t seem all that damaged by the impact; considering that it had to be used for this track repeatedly that only made sense, but considering the sheer force of the hit, Goro himself probably wouldn’t have fared nearly as well. He stalled in the air, a few feet above the wall, laughing again but not as intensely.
“What… What was your plan there? I can fly, idiot! Or did you think a bit of paint would be enough to keep me grounded? All you did was make your driving look even worse!” He yelled down at Nick, not quite wanting to land back on the platform yet since Nick might just try and slam him into another wall.
Goro wondered if there were cameras, or some other monitoring equipment, around the whole track. If he were to say something about Nick’s true identity, or remove part of his disguise, would there be anyone to see or hear it? Not that he had any intention of doing so, but with Nick behaving as usual, it was getting harder to keep it in. Plus, to any onlookers it would appear that this foreigner was trying to injure him for little to no reason. If they were questioned about it afterwards, what would he even say? Getting Nick arrested would mean putting the Gifted Underground, and Goro’s own hide, at risk after all.
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Post by Nick Cross on Sept 24, 2018 16:40:17 GMT -4
Curses, blast, damn it all. Despite Nick’s best efforts, his valiant attempt to turn his idiot brother from a bat into a splat ended in failure. (Goro was, however, still very much a twat).
While the impact with the wall shook Nick in his seat and made his teeth rattle, somehow the kart managed to absorb the brunt of it. The thing was built much sturdier than it looked.
Nick glared up at Goro with more venom than a nest full of scorpions.
“Get back on the kart, you dickhead!” he barked.
Of course, he doubted Goro was going to listen now he had exposed his true identity to him. More than likely Goro would try to expose him to the military. Shit. Nick’s heart could not have been beating faster. Would Goro be that stupid? What a rhetorical question; Goro was always stupid.
He had to think fast before Goro ended everything for him here. His mind went to their Mother; yes, if Goro feared angering her as much as he did then that was definitely the route to go.
“Mother won’t like it if you reveal me,” he called up to him. “You know that every bit as well as I do, since it risks revealing her and everyone else in the organisation, which by the way does include you. Hurry up and get back down here. You’re acting far too suspicious!” Said he, the man who had deliberately crashed the kart, but that did not cross his mind nearly quite as much. Or at all.
The track suddenly began to rumble. There came sounds of distant mechanical grating that grew louder by the second. Nick looked in the direction of the sounds to see a series of dark green boxes on tank treads with what definitely appeared to be gatling guns mounted on each side. A herd of these mighty machines, about six, were thundering towards them.
“Oh, well that’s just bloody wonderful!” Nick exclaimed, the sarcasm dripping from his words. “They have robots! I love those things! They’re just what I wanted to see!”
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Post by Goro Utari on Oct 5, 2018 18:58:36 GMT -4
Nick was denser than Goro could’ve ever imagined. He’d ACTUALLY expected that crash to work? He smirked, still holding himself in the air for the moment. There wasn’t really any point in holding himself back now that Nick wasn’t, so he was free to mock Nick as much as he wanted.
He was still wary of possible monitoring of the track, though. This was a military expo, after all, and considering how paranoid they obviously were about quirkers, the idea that they’d leave any part of the camp without surveillance was laughable to him.
As Nick called up to him, Goro considered simply flying off and leaving him to finish the course on his own. Maybe he could sit up on whatever the closest tent or building is, and watch Nick fail. But then again, that’d give Nick some relief from Goro’s presence, and the bat wasn’t having any of that. If Nick wanted him gone so badly that he’d try and kill him in public, at a military expo, that was all the more reason for him to stick around. It’s not like anything Nick could do right now would actually kill him, anyway.
Then Nick started yelling about Mother and Goro could’ve choked him right there. It took every ounce of self-control in his body to not immediately scream back at him. He took a moment to try and figure out what he could say without giving away anymore than what Nick had already carelessly thrown out.
“You IDIOT.” He hissed, careful to keep his voice below shouting. “I’m acting too suspicious? What do you think you’re doing, yelling at the top of your lungs about the Underground as if no one is around to hear you? This is a military camp, Nick.” He slowly flapped down to the platform on the kart again, mostly so he could lower his voice and still be heard. “Maybe if you actually thought for once in your miserable life, you’d realise that the only one acting suspicious to outside inspection is you.”
Now that he was on the ground again, Goro could feel the kart vibrating as the ground around them quaked. For a brief second of panic, he thought that an earthquake had hit, but as the tanks entered his field of sense he calmed down, especially when Nick started swearing in response to their arrival.
The tanks weren’t firing yet, so Goro had some time to plan out how to deal with the ridiculous box-tanks. They were still in the part of the track with the walls, but that didn’t provide much cover for anyone actually on the kart, so those didn’t really matter too much. Had it simply been a straight road ahead, he could simply duck down and let the bullets fly over him, or better yet turn Nick into a rainbow of stupidity. But with the walls still in their way, the kart would have to constantly turn every few seconds, making it far harder to use Nick as a meat shield. Harder, Goro thought as a grin spread across his face, but certainly not impossible.
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Post by Nick Cross on Oct 8, 2018 17:42:48 GMT -4
Nick was a man who despised many things: pop music, stepping on a Lego, most of his former Yuuei classmates and, greatest of all, his brother being right. Because though he were extremely loathe to admit it to himself, shouting out at Goro all the things he had really had not been his brightest move. They were, as Goro quite correctly pointed out, in the middle of a freaking military base.
Shit. Today is a truly terrible day.
Not that Nick would ever give Goro the satisfaction of knowing he knew he was right. He would sooner drink a pack of bottles filled with acid. To that end, he grimaced and faced forward again.
“Shut the hell up,” he snapped. He pointed towards the advancing machines. “We have bigger things to worry about, in case you hadn’t noticed!”
No sooner had he spoken the closest of the machines let rip a wicked flurry of paint from its gatling arms. Nick slammed the accelerator and tried to swerve out of the way, but the paint coated itself across the side of the kart and several globs pelted his body. One bright blue dollop struck his cheek and he loudly swore; for paint, it certainly hurt at the velocity it was going, and left him with a smarting blue splash across his face.
The only advantage they really had over the robots was that the robots moved slowly. Another opened fire but Nick was more successful in veering away from this one. He managed to weave past the first two, leaving four ahead and closing in.
“Goro, be useful for once and try to disable those robots!” he barked. “You’re the nerd here, aren’t you? Get on top of them and see if you can pull some wires or something!”
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Post by Goro Utari on Oct 9, 2018 15:51:57 GMT -4
Goro’s grin spread wider as Nick snapped at him. Normally, if his brother could find even the smallest thing to argue with Goro over, he’d jump on it, so clearly even he realised the bat was right. And that must be burning him inside, judging by his expression.
The moment he sensed the first tank fire, he shot downwards, wrapping his wings tightly over his head and making himself as small a target as possible. This did block off most of the road from his sight, but by now he’d become accustomed to the distortions in his echolocation caused by the dust and sand in the air. As he’d expected, a majority of the paint just splattered against the kart, and he only had to duck down slightly more to avoid the few paintballs that reached his platform.
His brother’s swearing prompted him to peak out from under his wings for a moment. Echolocation gave him a good feel of the world around him, but there was no way he was missing the pained look on Nick’s face. Seconds later, another splatter of paint shot right into his wing, and he snapped it back down, silently cursing himself for allowing that moment of weakness.
As the flow of paint seemed to slow, he remained in his defensive position for a few more seconds before he slowly peeled his wings away from his body. They’d left two of the paint machines behind, but there were still four firing on them and Goro was wearing his good suit.
Nick commanded him to disable the robots, and Goro laughed in response. “Why exactly should I do that? I’m avoiding the paint just fine. If they’re an issue for you, deal with them yourself.” He folded his arms under his wing-cover and crouched back down on the platform, bracing himself for more kart swerving.
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Post by Nick Cross on Oct 10, 2018 14:51:55 GMT -4
Goro refused to help him. Of course he bloody well did.
Nick was becoming more and more convinced his brother’s true Quirk was finding new ways to make him loathe his guts with greater intensity than he already did. It was certainly working.
“You’re about as much use as a chocolate fireguard, you know that?” Nick snapped.
Another of the robots approached them, but instead of shooting it swung one of its gatling arms like a hammer in their direction. Nick exclaimed many colourful phrases and rapidly swerved the kart away. The arm missed them by a hair’s breadth and the impact shook the ground and made Nick almost lose control of the kart. He only just managed to steady it again.
The robot at least appeared to take its time raising its arm back up, so they managed to get ahead of it, leaving only three to beat. Nick briefly glared back at Goro with nothing but pure venom and rage blazing in his eyes.
“But I suppose it makes sense you wouldn’t want to try and succeed here. Failure has been the story of your entire life, hasn’t it? Why change it, am I right? I doubt you even could! You’re just proving how pathetic you are!”
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