ʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴄᴄʟᴀɪɴ (
spacebaloney) wrote2018-06-26 02:32 am
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» in space, everybody can hear you scream

You've reached Lance, the Paladin of the Blue Lion. It breaks my heart to tell you that I'm unavailable to take your call right now, but if you leave me a message, I'll get right back to you.
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Yeah
maybe don't
Do that.
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and it was a juicy one too
i had a double burrito with extra beans for lunch
[God, how can you be proud of someone so gross?]
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And I'm not saving you
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Guess that means I get your room.
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give it to blue
he's earned his space outside the pokeball
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been teaching him the ways of the loverboy lance
[Which means that room aint seeing anymore action than it did with Lance lived in it.]
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Come to think of it.
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not even guy pokemon?
[Huh. Was he just humoring Lance?]
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He's friends with Jean's Rotom. And Red. But that's it.
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that's weird
he seemed really into learning about my best pickup lines
[That's because he was talking to his hero, Lance. You could have been reciting the alphabet and Blue would have thought that was the best thing he's ever heard.]
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He worships the ground you walk on. You're his hero. Of course he wants to learn from you.
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i gave him some really good ones and now they're going to waste!
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Maybe he's just waiting for the right Pokemon.
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i heard they'd make eggs with anything
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And that's the reason there are... so many voltorbs around here.
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[Lance. Lance, please.]
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"Dittho".
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no pokemon of mine will go gallivanting with one of those without adult supervisison
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none of my pokemon are ever leaving their balls unless i'm around
hell if any of them are gonna get some before i do
[LANCE, PLEASE. NOT IN FRONT OF SHIRO.]
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Is so much
Too much information
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i thought we were friends
it's not like i don't know about how you bone matt
[Oh dear. He used that word again.]
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we're not having this discussion
just
no
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