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Don't Diss the Ninja Tricks
There is an empty spot at a table. Completely and utterly empty. Everyone knows no one is sitting there and there's no obvious sign someone IS going to sit there.
That is until someone is suddenly THERE with no prior sign of being anywhere near there. In fact, not many may recognize him. He wasn't around for any of the pod popped meetings, and he certainly wasn't the same ninja who was a doctor. For one, this one had a hat and no lab coat. Also a bit shorter too.
Dark Smoke Puncher figured since people DID know he was here now, he might as well try to get to know the crew. If it really was a secret ninja battle royale, than at least he could get to know his opponents instead of getting jumped because it was harder to hide from ninjas.
People may notice that his glop that was called food was decreasing in volume, yet he never moved his mask. It was clear he was eating too as he stated, "dawg, this stuff is rank!" Really, he'd prefer his mom's 'famous stewed beats.'
That is until someone is suddenly THERE with no prior sign of being anywhere near there. In fact, not many may recognize him. He wasn't around for any of the pod popped meetings, and he certainly wasn't the same ninja who was a doctor. For one, this one had a hat and no lab coat. Also a bit shorter too.
Dark Smoke Puncher figured since people DID know he was here now, he might as well try to get to know the crew. If it really was a secret ninja battle royale, than at least he could get to know his opponents instead of getting jumped because it was harder to hide from ninjas.
People may notice that his glop that was called food was decreasing in volume, yet he never moved his mask. It was clear he was eating too as he stated, "dawg, this stuff is rank!" Really, he'd prefer his mom's 'famous stewed beats.'
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"Yo dawg, how big are ya usually?" Dark Smoke Puncher asked. Let's ignored the fighting a bunch of other robots being his form of catch for the moment.
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"As big as, on average, vun of zose human buildings...skyscrapers, I believe they are called. Some of ze smaller ones, I suppose. It is hard to judge. My memory is...not perfect."
Because it isn't. He remembers the past more clearly than the recent months he's been in Detroit.
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"Indeed I vas. Alzough, Lugnut and Megatron vere bigger--AHAHAHAHA YOU ZINK I'M HUGE?! YOU SHOULD SEE LUGNUT, ZAT BIG BUCKET OF BOLTS!"
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"How big was Lugnut, yo?"
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He's a sad, sad, sad geek gangsta wannabe. "How tall is he, yo?"
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Random seems to be having a fit by now. Icy, meanwhile, manages to shove him aside and almost immediately buries his face in his hands.
"Random is an idiot," he muttered. "I suggest you not pay attention to half of vhat he says. But it is true, all the same."
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/late FFFF
He seems surprised that Dark Smoke Puncher didn't comment on it before.
Re: /late FFFF