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[ UGH she's going to be combing confetti out of her hair for HOURS! Why does he have to be such a dick about getting his ass beat?! ]

Talk about what? About how you're the biggest jerk in the world?

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[ Well, he really doesn't want to get his ass beat! Unfortunately it's a small apartment and not very hammer-proof. ]

Okay, that's totally inaccurate! I can name at least three bigger jerks! Burlap McFancy, for starters!

[itistolaugh]

[ Damn it, it is really hard not to laugh at Burlap McFancy. ]

He didn't go to TMI! Why'd you have to drag me into it, huh?! It's not funny when it happens to me!

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[ You know how sometimes you can feel yourself about to say exactly the wrong thing, but out it comes anyway? Yeah. ]

It was a little bit funny!

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[ AAaaand that hammer is arcing towards his head, probably taking out some items of sentimental and/or monetary value. ]

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—yeeeek!

[ Nooo! His head has the most sentimental value of all!

That's a very special Christmas concussion, aaand when the hammer makes contact with Mr. Human Piñata over here, Harley will receive one inflatable flamingo, a squeaky hedgehog, and a koosh ball, all of which bounce unceremoniously to the floor. ]

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[ ...

Well that's.

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Damn it, he's ruined the fun of senseless violence with squeaky toys. How is she supposed to keep up a good rage when she has a squeaky hedgehog? And a flamingo! That's like THEIR THING. ]

I really liked you, you ass.

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[ What if he just plays dead. Like a possum. ]

Thaaat— Christ, ow— was pro'bly a mistake.

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[ What if she stomps on his dick. ]

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[ Really satisfying and not at all manly yelping is what. HE DESERVES THIS AND HE KNOWS IT. ]

[itistolaugh]

You aren't even pretending to be sorry.

[ She opens the window by his workbench and starts tossing shit out. LOOK OUT, BELOW! ]

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Hey— what the hell, that's my stuff!

[ Yeah, careful, some of that is non-lethally but very annoyingly explosive. James makes a halfhearted effort to extract himself from his fetal position and do something about it, but really, no dice. ]

Harley, c'mon, it was never about you! You were collateral, that's all! I didn't even name names, that's how nice I am!

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I didn't have to be collateral! I didn't have to be implicated at all! You could have picked anybody else or made someone up, but you went and dragged me into it anyway!

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Well, surprise surprise, I'm not that nice a guy!

[ He's making a wobbly baby zebra attempt to drag himself to his feet using the arm of the couch. It could be better. ]

[itistolaugh]

[ NOPE, not allowed! She hits him in the chest with the hammer. Down, boy. ]

I thought you were at least better than my ex!

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[ WHEEEEEeeeEEEEeeeeeEEEZE ]