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[pobrecisco]

Luckily the Pipeline was a strict no-alcohol zone. My mom's enchiladas and a couple classic films, sure, but giving inmates booze seemed like a bad plan.

[airshow]

Yeah, no kidding. Marky Mark on a bender...

[ He trails off, staring at his slurpee. A little wistful, almost. ]

[pobrecisco]

Anyway, I was trying to host a movie night, and he derailed my perfect choice of Goonies and they had the movie night equivalent of a prison riot until I let them watch Mean Girls. Roy was inspired.

[airshow]

You wait what now? They prison rioted for Mean Girls? Are you screwing with me right now?

[pobrecisco]

It was a disaster, dude.

[ He fishes the box of zebra cakes out and opens it up, throwing one at James first so he won't try to steal the one he's unwrapping for himself. ]

[airshow]

Your life sounds like a disaster— whoa!

[ He fumbles the catch and the zebra cake hits him in the face; one of those quarter machine sticky hands in a little plastic bubble pops out of hammerspace and bounces across the ballpit towards Cisco. ]

So wait he drew you the thing? [ IT'S CAKE TIME YEEESSS ] The tiara thing? That's a Roy G. Bivolo original? That explains a lot.

[pobrecisco]

Wait, wait, wait a second.

[ He snags the bubble and holds it up, staring at it. ]

Where did this come from?

[airshow]

Where does anything come from?

[pobrecisco]

That's not an answer!

[airshow]

You're a scientist, you figure it out!

[ SLURPIN' THAT SLURPEE ]

[pobrecisco]

[ Okay, hypothesis: toy appeared when James was hit in the face. So he snags a ballpit ball and considers it for a second before lobbing it at James' head. ]

[airshow]

Hey! [ KOOSH BALL ] C'mon, princess, that wasn't an invitation!

[pobrecisco]

That was absolutely an invitation!

[ He's throwing another, and another. ]

[airshow]

You dick!

[ He's scramble-crabwalking backwards, cheapo dollar store toys popping out of nowhere like he's a human pinata. ]

[pobrecisco]

[ Cisco's laughing like this is the best goddamn day of his life. ]

Ohhh my god, dude, is this a Porter power? You don't just do this at home, right?

[airshow]

Yes, it's a Porter power! I'm not actually a superhuman! Except in the sack.

[pobrecisco]

Ew, dude, I don't wanna hear that. Did I come in here bragging about my sex life?

[airshow]

Like you have a sex life.

[pobrecisco]

[ Okay, that's admittedly true at the moment, but it's not like James needs to know that. ]

Dude, the first thing I did after getting home was go over to my boyfriend's place.

[ And they spent the night eating fast food and watching movies, but again: need to know. ]

[airshow]

Okay, now it's my turn to say eeeew all immaturely. You bully.

[ He throws another ball at Cisco before digging into that zebra cake. ]

Mmmmf mmwhmm mmwphwa?

[pobrecisco]

[ Cisco gathers up his Trickster Bullying Prizes to inspect his haul of stupid cheap toys. ]

Chew, swallow, then talk.

[airshow]

[ He washes it down with the rest of the slurpee. Gross. ]

You're not my mom.

[pobrecisco]

Yeah, thankfully. But what were you saying?

[airshow]

Nothin'. Just last I heard you were trying and failing to date a bird.

[pobrecisco]

I wasn't failing, Kendra and I dated and broke up. It happens!