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"Yes!" Asmo exclaimed. "You!"
Asmo chuckled. "Not my problem, PC Principle, sir. You got an issue with my humor, tune me out."
"Fun, my friend," said Asmo. "It was all in good fun. Fun is healthy." "Gotta agree with tentacle monster on that one," Raven spoke up.
You're special!~
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Oh hey, @Tyro The Fox and @Xaniith are pretty stylized. I think it's cool.
UNF.
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"Why does Maya... nevermind." Asmo took the goblet and downed it.
"Well, shoot, now I want the real thing." Asmo pouted.
"Hey. Who turned off the smell?"
Asmo sniffed. "What smells like blood? Hey old guy, you know we're just *squee!*ing on each other, right?"
"It'd still look like it took two tries, dear."
"I could definitely oversell that and make it look like you tried to kill me."
Asmo rolled his eyes. "Yeeees, weekend bar goddess."
"Just lots and lots of practice," she replied, still playing. Asmo conjured a tentacle to suck up his drink. "I'm sure the kid's mom practices...
Well, it's kinda silly, I'll say that.
(Too young for a bar. I can trust you not to metagame, so she's 17.) "I did. Ordered rum. In a pint, please, just like yo momma on a Monday...
(It totally is. But don't tell anypony.) "There's more than one Asmodeus? The hell? Who made that poser dickhead the ID authority?"
"Probably fake," said Asmo. Raven sighed. "It's cause i'm a bat pony, isn't it?" Asmo shook his head. "Not racist. Don't do that, kid."
