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[badboybikerbot]

[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.]

Comments

[arnhaid]

Eh...

I don't think so. Not that bad, anyways.

I'm sorry you kids had to see it... I dunno what got into him, but... wasn't ever like that. Near as I remember.

[badboybikerbot]

You don't have to apologize for him.

And I'm not even like shit talking him right now, it's just. Not your problem, y'know?

[arnhaid]

That's just it.

... I get the feeling he kinda was.

[badboybikerbot]

Your problem? Why?

[arnhaid]

'Cause somebody had to look out for him.

And ain't nobody was gonna. 'Cept me.

[badboybikerbot]

Mm.

I guess I can't argue with you, huh.

[arnhaid]

Y'can if you want.

Doesn't matter much now, I guess. What with him gone and all.

[badboybikerbot]

Uuuuuughhh. now I feel bad. Dammit, pops!

[arnhaid]

What, why?

You didn't do nothin'.

[badboybikerbot]

Don't question it. Shut up.

[arnhaid]

Uh huh.

Go hose yourself off.

[badboybikerbot]

That is a damn good idea and I'm gonna go do the shit out of it.

[arnhaid]

Good.

Don't let me keep you then.

[badboybikerbot]

Yeah, yeah. Take care, pops.

[arnhaid]

Yeah.

Sure thing.