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[campjesus]

[ brody slips a piece of paper under a certain someone's door, then vanishes for hours.

when he returns he is wearing a hat and a robe and commanding a small army of skeleton turtles. why? why not, that's why. ]

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[fuckvampires]

...What.

[campjesus]

What?

[fuckvampires]

This. All of it.

[campjesus]

I'm a sorcerer.

[fuckvampires]

Of dead turtles.

[campjesus]

We prefer the term "life-challenged," thanks.

[fuckvampires]

Are you keeping them in the apartment? If I trip over one of the bastards, I'm kicking the shit outta it.

[campjesus]

You're not kicking my babies.

[fuckvampires]

They're rejects from a Mario game. Why do you do this to me.

[campjesus]

They're my babies. I made them. I can command them to nibble your bits off.

[fuckvampires]

You stay away from my bits.

[campjesus]

Then don't kick my turtle army.

[fuckvampires]

I reckon they violate the goddamn rent.

[campjesus]

They do not. There is nothing in the lease about not using the dark arts to summon an army of abdead turtles. I CHECKED.

[fuckvampires]

Are you just going to shoot every protest I got down? If I wake up with one of them on my bed, they're meat.

[campjesus]

They don't have any meat...

[ when he pets them, they move. ......... well that's creepy as fuck. ]

[fuckvampires]

...If I could get physically sick.

[campjesus]

Don't be turtlist.

[fuckvampires]

I like turtles when they've got fucking flesh on them.

[campjesus]

It's not their fault they're dead.

[fuckvampires]

[Harvestman rubs the space between his eyes with a sigh. is he really having this argument]

Call me a deadist, then.

[campjesus]

Turtle hater.

[fuckvampires]

...Arashi and I had a fight, and now he wants me to meet him at an incubus strip club. So keep them out of my fucking room.

[campjesus]

Oh.

... Sorry.

[fuckvampires]

...Don't be sorry, I'm just being a dick.