"Always jingle all the way. Nobody likes a half-assed jingler." – Unknown
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"Sorry about before! Lucy accidentally ended the call."
"No worries! Your sister sounds cute."
"Right then, since I filter out all nice things said about my sister, I'm going to pretend you labeled her as a devil."
"Then you're the angel, I presume?"
"Nah, I'm just devilishly handsome."
"With your chipmunk voice? I think not!"
"Oi! What happened to playing nice?"
"I did not agree to such a pact."
"Give me a break, Mozzarella! I crashed into a boulder last week."
"You sneaked onto a train only a few days after you were discharged from the hospital, so your point is invalid. Speaking of which, why exactly did you sneak onto a train?"
"Er, to see you. It was Lucy's idea."
"What? Why would you want to see me? Why now?"
"I need to tell you– well, it'd be more meaningful in person."
"I– I'm touched, I guess. Stay safe."
"I'm on a train, what could possibly– argh!"
"...The train driver slamming the brakes could hurt you."
"I rest my case. You win. I would've gotten away with it too, if it weren't for your meddling logic."
"Aw, does your ego have a boo-boo?"
"No, but my head sure does..."
"Call me back later, all right? You need to take care of your thick skull. You're idiotic enough as it is without extra brain damage."
"Woah, back up. I kept my smarts!
"404 error, intelligence not found."
"Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. See?"
"If I were an enzyme, I'd be DNA helicase so I could unzip your genes."
"You're so hot, you denature my proteins."
"Alright, it's naptime now."
"Yes ma'am."
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Snow Boots (#3)
Short Story"You've reached Westerden Ski Lodge, how may I be of assistance?" "Hey, can I rent some snow boots and skis? Maybe even a girlfriend, if you've got any in stock." "Awesome, do you want to order a life along with that? The gift wrapping's free of...
