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*Brian shoots through the door and hides behind a chair. That squirrel's AFTER him*

*he grins at them*

You kids're cool. You have BB guns?

"Are those like real guns? We have real guns. Not with us. We left them at home. CAN WE BLOW UP THE TIRE NOW? I don't think he wants us to. I SAY WE BLOW UP SOMETHING. Calm down! You have a lot of weapons A Brian?"

Not so much. Water balloons. I'm a hippy, we don't kill things.

"You. Don't. Kill. Things. Do you at least trick things?"

*he snickers*

Toooooootally. Tricking is the coolest. People deserve it.

"Yes! What do you do? Do you cover people in gook? How about setting their trees on fire? Or rolling through their front rooms? Or feeding them roaches? YUM ROACHES!"

*he giggles*

Um... I stuck an onion in my mate's exhaust and filled her bed with pennies and released spiders in her room...

"Did the spiders sting her? Oh, and are you really sure that you don't want us to kill the tire? Yes, he is Lock, its not bothering him is it?"

Nah, killing things totally lowers the amount of time you can torture 'em for.

See Lock, Shock and Barrel dead pan. Dead-pan Trips, dead-pan.
When they fully recover, they are curious:

"A Brian. Do you have a name that is Jack? Cause, well, you are him. But with skin. And eyes. And hair. And innards! Unless you don't have innards?"

Dude, totally have innards. My spleen is more interesting than you'd think.

"Can we see it?" How nice that the Trips can be innocent when showing innards is involved.

Not so much. I'm against dissection.

"Aw, but."
The Trips hear that damned Speak and Spell. They staaaaare.
"What is that?"

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