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[ James goes wide-eyed, turning his head like that'll help him see off camera somehow. ]

Oh my god. Is this a live demonstration? Is this happening right now? Why the hell am I at home?

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It's happening. I can't look away, it's strangely hypnotic.

[He does him a favour by turning the camera back, not only to capture Mick but also the crowd of mostly women above thirty watching.]

It's at the mall near our place. Get your ass here. You're welcome.

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Oh my god, he's gonna marry a soccer mom.

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That one in the front row is ready to have him be her children's new daddy by tomorrow.

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She's gonna have competition. I can't believe he just got here and he already has a fanclub. You think there's any chance of a fistfight breaking out in the audience?

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Personally I'm more interested in the potential for getting tips. It's all beginning to feel very stripper at bacholerette party in here. Second marriage.

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Have you been to a lot of bachelorette parties, Mon Capitan?

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Only as maid of honour.

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Now there's one hell of a mental image.

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If I wanted to watch you look like an idiot again, I'd have said 'only as a stripper'.

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I wonder if my gag reflex is as strong as my poker face...

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That Captain Cold has got to be one ugly bastard.

[This. This is the main information he gets from you clowns. The only useful rogue is Shade and he's not even a real rogue.]

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Just average, really, though, y'know, comparatively... [ waves a hand at all of this Len's GENERAL DREAMINESS. ] It's more the principle of the thing. He's like my weird crime uncle who hangs out in a baby blue parka in July.

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[What does he even say to that? He raises an eyebrow and shrugs his shoulders.] I prefer dark blue. Not sure about July though. This is Florida.

[So he'd go with a slightly thinner black jacket, obviously.]

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Well, if the heat's too much for you, you could always strip down and join the yoga demonstration.

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In your dreams, James.

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So that's also a preemptive no to my sexy Rogues calendar idea?

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First we'd need to get enough sexy Rogues to fill more than two months.

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I won't tell Mick or Hartley you said that.

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Not who I was thinking.

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I find that hard to believe.

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You and Mick could share a month.

[Yes, he's with Barry. Hartley's the hot one.]

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Oh, come on! You don't mean Piper...

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Why wouldn't I? If we were to actually do a calendar, I'd want it to sell.

[Not that he wants to do one, but even hypothetical projects need good planning. Hence, the hot one.]

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Please! He's all wiry and weedy. Elbows in all the wrong places. Like cuddling a sack full of crowbars, I bet.