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*Tim is in bar. He's happy and laid back. Mhmm, all night cuddling.*

There's this sound that comes from behind the both of them as they cuddle. It...it sounds like static. Or, someone trying very hard to sound like static.

"Tim?" Ace asks slightly louder than is necessary. "Can we have turtle soup for dinner?"

*Tim nods happily. He pulls one hand off from around her, and a fireball crackles to life.*

Mhmm, stew....

Mike swallows hard, but persists in his static noise...which then begins to break up. A news report begins to bleed through the um...ether?

"Comin'atch SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY! Part event of the season. Soiree of EPIC PROPORTIONS! DON'T be left in the cold! SEE beauties in their slinky best. WITNESS your hosts dressed to the 9s...maybe the 10s. THRILL at the assortment of goodies. YOU CAN'T MISS IT! It'll make baby jesus cry."

Ace can't stand it. She kneels on her seat, looking over the back.
"Y'know, usually, when someone wants to give an invitation, they do so face-to-face." She says, looking down at the turtle.

Mike shrugs.

"I didn't want to interrupt."

*Tim leans over as well. The fire ball becomes a long spear.*

You know what else makes Baby Jesus cry? Anal Sex.

*Tim grins evilly and gestures with the spear.*

"Well I'd imagine so. I mean, he's just a little baby."

Ace covers her ears.
"I'm not hearing this. Nope. I am not hearing my boyfriend and a naked turtle talk about anal sex."

*Tim shakes his head and the spear is gone.*

So, whats this all about?

"Which part? The naked, the anal sex, or the party? In all the ruckus I lost track."

Ace whimpers. Really. It's really quite pathetic.

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