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[professionalcorpse]

okay, in what is probably the most tragic announcement i've ever had to make in my life: i have too many cookies. i can't keep them in my cabin. legally.

anybody want some?

there are thin mints.

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[bubblewrapped]

Of course. My mistake.

[professionalcorpse]

why you gotta be like that?

[bubblewrapped]

Like what?

[professionalcorpse]

subtly questioning the finest of pizzas. my heart, lucas. it hurts.

[bubblewrapped]

We Atlantans are pizza peasants. We get our pizzas from a Hut. Occasionally a nice brick oven place. I promise it was a question asked in ignorance.

[professionalcorpse]

it's okay. i'm gonna teach you how to be a pizza snob. you'll be scoffing at chicago deep-dish in no time.

[bubblewrapped]

You're so generous with the gifts, today. First cookies. Then skeletons. Being able to lord random knowledge over others is one of my favorite things.

[professionalcorpse]

i told you, i'm winning back your affections. grand, skeletal gestures and information style.

[bubblewrapped]

Well, let me just say, you are nailing it.

[professionalcorpse]

nice. ain't never done that before. but i'll take it!