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[You know what Haven needs more of? Gunmax covered head to toe in rainbow glitter. It's like the thing you never knew you wanted until right now.

Gunmax doesn't seem too thrilled about it, though. Impressed, maybe, but not thrilled. He just frowns for a moment, glances of camera at something to frown some more, huffs indignantly (totally blowing glitter from his vents in the process), and then faces the camera again.]

Just a little public service announcement from your friendly neighborhood bike cop.

Blurr. Sucks. Blurr sucks like a black hole filled with vacuum cleaners.

That's all.

[And end.]

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[AT LEAST SOMEONE IS ENJOYING GUNMAX'S PAIN. Glitter doesn't hurt Gunmax shut up]

Surprise, I guess. Gotta admit, though. I'm kind of impressed.

[Unless it's still painful if it gets into your eyes. And she'll still laugh at that!]

I am too. Who knew that he had it in him.

[LUCKILY he has this sweet, kind of pointless visor to protect his optics from glitter]

Tch, right? I'd pat him on the back if I didn't feel like wringing his neck.

I'll pat him on the back for you.

So how did he make you into a robotic diso ball?

See, I had this amazing idea a while back. Well no, it was pretty stupid, but I rolled with it anyway. I loaded a guy's desk with glitter and rigged it to blow whenever he opened it.

And then Blurr swapped my desk with it.

[Aaaand she's laughing again~]

Did Blurr know about the glitter bomb in the desk?

Yeah, I told him about it. I woulda felt bad if he'd, y'know, set it off in his face, wasn't meant for him, after all.

But now it's on.

Shouldn't have told him then.

Something tells me I'm going to need a steady supply of popcorn while I'm working at Police HQ with all the shenanigans going on there.