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[spaghettiinmysoul]

[So Rabbit has come to a sobering conclusion.]

So. We ain't re-re-real.

[This only means one thing]

Nuthin' here is real.

[And further more]

So I don't gotta act like it is real.

[Which is why he is boldly and uncaringly standing in front of a terminal. Stark. Naked.]

I can do whatever I want. S'all fa-fake anyway. Who's gonna stop me?

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[spaghettiinmysoul]

Ya w-w-wouldn't know unless ya ta-take yer pants off.

[awfulsentimetal]

[He pinches the bridge of his nose and holds up his other hand, index finger raised.]

One, I'm not takin' my pants off, it's rude.

[R O O D Rabbit.

Another finger joins the first.]

Two, there ain't no breeze to speak of.

[spaghettiinmysoul]

Yer mi-missin' out!

There could be. You don't know!

[awfulsentimetal]

I'm not missin' out on anythin'.

[spaghettiinmysoul]

Yer missin' out on everything.

Too ba-bad fer you, Spine!

[awfulsentimetal]

[Nope. DONE. So done. 200% finished with this conversation.

Now hold still you rascally Rabbit and let him attack you with pants.]

[spaghettiinmysoul]

[Well if we're done he's on the move again. Later, Spine, he has some serious streaking to do]

[awfulsentimetal]

[Brat.]