Oh, yeah! You missed the whole thing where I drew a lightning bolt on a bottle of mustard and threw it through his window in the middle of the night with like, a floodlight, an air horn, the whole shebang. Psychological warfare! Telling him I knew who he was! Representing the Rogues!
Oh, you know. Pretty great until I got a concussion and fell off the roof and he called me up the next day with the scary voice and threatened my life.
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[And this is why James should never be left unsupervised.]
Are you crazy? What could you possibly gain from that? Besides a broken face. Or worse.
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[ He's so scary, Piper. ]
The creep knows where I live, though.
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[Pause.]
Ugh, alright, I think we need to get back to talking about the kid before I decide to come over there and punch you for being such a moron.
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[He means that in an "I'll come over there and kick your ass" way, but.]
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[Piper you already know the answer to that.]
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