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[strings_theory]

[Aww, that's fucking adorable and she's saving that shit.]

Not long, the opportunity presented itself and I jumped on it.

He's a cutie, at least?

[uber_marionettist]

Damn right he is.

You think I can ride him? Not right now, obviously. But when he's got some legs under him, bulked up a little. Turned that appetite for my paper notes into a multi-horsepower salad-conversion engine.

What I'm getting at here is:

Y'ever wonder how a bull would do on a race course?

[strings_theory]

I mean, a bull's pretty large and rodeos and shit ride 'em so I don't see why you couldn't?

Oh my god, are you insinuating what I think you are? Don't make me have to get a bull of my own, that's rude.

[uber_marionettist]

I'm thinking a no-holds-barred roller derby kind of ruleset, call it "the running of the bulls."

[strings_theory]

I fucking hate that this is the coolest damn thing and I didn't think of it.

Brb, gonna find me a tauros or bouffalant or something.

[uber_marionettist]

Shit, now it's on.

I hear Bouffalant can take out a fucking train with its skull. Only one way to find out, right?

[strings_theory]

I mean, who doesn't wanna see that kinda shit? Think of the fuckin' tickets that could be sold to that kinda thing.

IT CAN DO WHAT????

SHIT, I NEED ONE FOR... no... particular reason, what.

Fucking dammit, at least I got something to do now, you bitch. I was gonna just relax and force Carly to stay home for a bit or go pester someone at Fight Club but now I gotta find me a buffalo.

[uber_marionettist]

Fight Club is still a thing? Huh. Guess Steven's personal fetish basement has more takers than I'd thought. Good for him, I guess.

[strings_theory]

I mean, other than getting to beat the shit out of people for funsies and the fact my girlfriend's over that way? I couldn't care less 'bout it.