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[goldblooded]

Noisy Boy's got some friends here, yeah? You guy should be careful around him, old thing's completely blind. No question about it. All those punches to the head must have knocked something loose.

[AKA can you believe Noisy insulted his obviously gorgeous self?! Only blind people don't fawn over him. And nobody likes blind people.]

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[whirlybird_of_prey]

Oh I got a lot of something, brush-head. More than just talk, at any rate.

[Which is all he's ever heard out of you.]

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[goldblooded]

[There aren't any boxing rings here! Or Artie. What is this organizing your own fights thing.]

Yeah and what's that?

Video foreve r whirl wins

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Prima donna.]

Heh. Start with:

I can fly.

Second: I can shoot things.

And third?

I can talk.

[Fourth he can do a wiggly little victory dance that is probably scarring your optic sensors if you're looking.]

CURSE YOU WHIRL! /shakes fist

[goldblooded]

Flying is stupid, no one cares about shooting, and maybe if you got rid of that ugly head of yours the talking might not be so bad.

no one can resist Whirl's special brand of special.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Yeah? You want to try that whole head thing?

[Hey, Whirl thinks win-win. Could be fun~!]

[goldblooded]

If you want to lose you head, fine by me.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

I do. You have no idea how much I do.

[Allow him to do his best 'chickenhead' at you.]

[goldblooded]

Bring it.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Consider it brought. Ed.

Time and place.

[goldblooded]

This Vector Prime guy's place. Now.

Unless you want some time to say your goodbyes.

*sob* i am so late it is pathetic

[whirlybird_of_prey]

You're so on.

And you might want to use these last moments to primp that thing on your head.

It's drooping.

[It's not, Whirl's just a dick.]

shhhhhhh it's okay ♥

[goldblooded]

[Excuse you his mohawk is perfect, but he'll brush it back anyway.]

You're the one that isn't going to win.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[So. Vain. Whirl can't stand it.]

Hey, ever heard the one about the mech who brought fists to a gunfight?

[Because you're about to be that mech.]

[goldblooded]

Those jokes will be all you have after I'm finished with you.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

My awesome sense of humor and that stupid red brush you wear on your head.

...think I'll use it to clean my feet. Looks.......tickly.

[goldblooded]

You wish.

[Like he'd ever let something like that happen.]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Trust me, my wishes are a lot bigger than that.

And less stupid looking. [He could keep this up alllllll day, Mid-aft.]

[goldblooded]

Like actually winning a fight?

[Because like this guy could ever win a single fight.]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Yeah. Maybe I'll get lucky.

...


On your face.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Yeah. Maybe I'll get lucky.

...


On your face.

[Whirl would totally teabag you if/when he wins.]

[goldblooded]

Doubt it.

[Whirl you don't even have the right parts to do a proper teabag.]