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[beatupgrass]

How's that my fault?! You bein' weird and dippy don't make me look less furry, you crazy broad.

[equalmeasure]

You took advantage of me.

[Despite neither of them knowing who they were at the time. Right.]

[beatupgrass]

That wasn't even me. If I wanted to rob you, lady, I'd rob you to your face, not all that... [he makes a noise that sounds vaguely disgusted.]

[equalmeasure]

Of course you say so now!

[She's not buying it.]

As if it was so horrible for you. Please.

[beatupgrass]

I say so now, 'cause I'm in my right head!

[he makes another noise.]

Stop talkin' about it. Ugh.

[equalmeasure]

You should consider yourself fortunate, you rat!

[HUFFHUFF]

If you tell anyone about this, I swear, I'll remove your teeth.

[beatupgrass]

Why the hell would I tell anyone about that? You think I want it known I screwed around with some bald-body?

[yeah so much for maintaining any level of decorum in this relationship. WOW REBEKAH. HAVE YOU NEVER CONSIDERED THIS IS GROSS ON TWO SIDES???]

[equalmeasure]

Why wouldn't you?!

[NO, CLEARLY IT'S ONLY GROSS ON HER SIDE AND HE HAS REASON TO BRAG.]

Surely you can't think I'm not good enough for you!

[beatupgrass]

You ain't my type. [like this should be the most obvious thing in the world. GODS. FEMALES.]

[equalmeasure]

I'm not-- excuse you.

[RUDE, ROCKET.]

I am everyone's type, I'll have you know.

[beatupgrass]

Places in the far reaches o' the galaxy would disagree with you on that, lady.

[equalmeasure]

I can't believe I even thought to fraternize with someone so--

[Furry.]

-- rude.

[beatupgrass]

Well, you did, so joke's on you.

[equalmeasure]

I--

[Give her a moment. Okay. Okay. Okay.

-- nope, she's got nothing. CLICK.]