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[be_on_your]

Man, is it a great day, or what? Y'know, it's weird, but I think I, like, might actually be starting to get used to this place. I've got my cat, I've got my bike, I've got a job, and the drinks here are practically vintage. What more could a dude want, really

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[if_she_hollers]

Oh! Like, hey, Matt, I --

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[if_she_hollers]

. . . W-What? I'm sorry, I must've . . . What -- What do you mean?

[be_on_your]

Uuuuuuuuh yeah, I don't think I can make it any clearer than I just did. Uh, sorry, or whatever.

[if_she_hollers]

But. Why? I don't . . . I don't understand. Where did this -- Why are you -- You . . . You said we could build a new life together. You said . . .

So many wonderful things . . .

[supersizedpower]

[Yeah, America hears this message at just exactly the wrong time, after his fight with England.

Rather than reply, he goes down to wherever Matt is straight away.]

[be_on_your]

[Matt, smug and satisified with himself after dumping Mimi, is enjoying a glass of cognac in his living room.]

[supersizedpower]

[knocks on the door]

[be_on_your]

[GOD Mimi TAKE A DAMN HINT, Matt opens the door.]

I already told you- oh. You. What do you want?

[dynamic_may_lee]

What exactly have you done to warrant fans?

[be_on_your]

Yeah, uh, not to brag or anything, but I'm kind of a big deal back home. Famous actor, tons of fans, you know how it is.

[dynamic_may_lee]

How do I know you're not making all of that up?

[be_on_your]

I guess you don't, dude. Take my word for it?

[bustydefense]

Glad to hear you're doing well.

[be_on_your]

How goes it, Tits McGee?

[bustydefense]

Oh, the usual.

[be_on_your]

Fantastic. Did you need something, or are you just being annoying like always?

[weaponsparked]

What more could one want? I don't know... going home perhaps.

[be_on_your]

Home is where the heart is, dude!

[weaponsparked]

And... normally, I don't have one of those...

[be_on_your]

That's not creepy at all, dude.