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"Ir certainly is." Maya quickly whipped up their drinks, floating them over. "Did it to keep Dusty Jr. from killing me terribly. That'd be bad."
Mostly collecting. I collect blades I probably wouldn't take in public. Doesn't mean I'm gonna go stab up a school. If you've got a perfect...
What I've been saying for a while.
"I ship Luna with Tia," Maya said, bringing out the plates of pancakes and giving them to her lovely customers.
"Indeed. We also have Cannibal Horse, the band Maya mentioned earlier."
Dusty nodded. "Of course."
(Yeah, I got it.) "Good song," Dusty commented. "We have a little bit of everything on that machine."
"Uhh.. no. The bar just opened."
"Maybe..." Asmo shrugged.
Asmo sighed. "Sorry, Dusty." "About what I thought." Dusty got back behind the counter. "Third time. Knock that joke off."
"'Bout as many times as I cheated on my husband." At that, Dusty started to step away from the counter, walking towards Asmo.
"And I'm married to some bald, blue midget! Nyahaha!!~"
"Whelp." He turned into Maya. "Look at me, I should have more diseases than the cast of 48 Days Later!"
"Which part? Youme slept sixty hours, and Formaldehorse killed Asshat."
"Nah, sixteen."
"Nah, it's been like six hours."
"You're a heavy sleeper."
"Pssh, Asmo died in your sleep."
"Hi." He chuckled. "I'm you! How're you?"
Azrael finally regained his eyes and spotted Asmodeus creeping over to the corner table. "Skydust, should I..." "No." Dusty shook his head. "You...
