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[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!

[airshow]

Well, that sure ain't success, pal!

[pobrecisco]

[ He opens the capsule that has the little sticky hand in it and whips it out so it smacks James in the face. ]

Yeah, well, speaking of failure, how'd talking to Hartley go?

[airshow]

Ow! Always with the abuse!

[ This whiny butthead. ]

I'm gonna guess you already know the answer to that.

[pobrecisco]

Always with the you deserving it!

So what happened? I told him you were serious, but he wouldn't give me a straight answer on what he thought of that.

[airshow]

[ Oh. OH, WHAT. James sits up very straight, wide-eyed and glaring. ]

You what?

[pobrecisco]

[ Dryly: ] I told him you want to marry him and adopt 2.5 kids and a dog and do the whole white picket fence thing.