[Her voice rises and she leans in even closer to the screen, canting her head aggressively. It's a whole lot of bark, but it's hard to prove you've got the bite to back it up when you're sniping back and forth at somebody over a screen the size of a Gameboy Color.]
YOUR point. Not mine.
You can't do anything to me.
Dislocated limbs? Done it.
Gaping wounds? Had more than you could count even if you pulled off your socks and shoes.
One time? I was set on fire.
I. Don't. Break.
Good luck trying. You're no better than any of the others who have. Most of 'em are worm-food by this point.
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[Her voice rises and she leans in even closer to the screen, canting her head aggressively. It's a whole lot of bark, but it's hard to prove you've got the bite to back it up when you're sniping back and forth at somebody over a screen the size of a Gameboy Color.]
YOUR point. Not mine.
You can't do anything to me.
Dislocated limbs? Done it.
Gaping wounds? Had more than you could count even if you pulled off your socks and shoes.
One time? I was set on fire.
I. Don't. Break.
Good luck trying. You're no better than any of the others who have. Most of 'em are worm-food by this point.