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[stars_struck]

[isn't it a lovely day? isn't it great to not have to be in an asylum? spring is in the air!]

[The sun is shining!]

[The birds are singing!]

[BRS just walked past you with a cruise missile over one shoulder!]

[um.]

[COINCIDENTALLY: shortly afterwards a CRUISE MISSILE explodes high in the skies above the town]

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[pimpsaw]

[HOW COME SHE DOESN'T GET ONE 8(]

[stars_struck]

...?

[senses attention and turns, pivoting the missile like the most hardcore slapstick routine ever]

[pimpsaw]

[ducks!!]

Where did you get that?

[stars_struck]

A friend. I'm disarming it for them.

[pimpsaw]

Disarming it? And let it go to waste like that?

[stars_struck]

It wouldn't do much against any of us, anyway.

[pimpsaw]

Still. Disarming it! [the horror]

[stars_struck]

[tilts her head... then chuckles]

More 'blowing it up'.

[pimpsaw]

That's better. Does your friend have any extras?

[stars_struck]

[nods]

I was going to throw them up from a rooftop.

[pimpsaw]

That's one way to do it.

[stars_struck]

You should come and see the cannon.

[pimpsaw]

I plan to.

[stars_struck]

[nods, accelerating up and away to the rooftops in a few giant leaps, trusting Gold Saw can keep up]

[pimpsaw]

[oh psh this is nothing to her]

[stars_struck]

[lands heavily on one of the larger abandoned rooftops, gauging the wind]