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[gotashortfuse]

OI DEITIES!

SCREW YOU!

[He does not appear to be happy as he glares at the screen.]

BRING BACK MY DAMN DESERT, YA BASTARDS!

[Yep, he did just say that.]

THAT WAS MINE!

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[oceantrauma]

I'm not suitable for this position, then. I don't know how to do that.

[gotashortfuse]

Wonder if there's anyone else that could be in my gang.

Maybe Raphael could.

[oceantrauma]

To be your second?

[He's pretty certain Michael isn't listening, but maybe the suggestion will break through.]

[gotashortfuse]

No. He's perverted.

[oceantrauma]

That means he can't be your second?

[gotashortfuse]

That's why you are!

[oceantrauma]

But I said no.

[gotashortfuse]

So you and Raphael... Wonder if there's anyone else cool.

[oceantrauma]

You always decide things this way? Without listening to anyone else?

[gotashortfuse]

Hey! I need a base!

Get on that Number Two!

[oceantrauma]

My name's Ken, at least.

And no. [Is this how poor Wormmon used to feel? Maybe Ken deserves getting a taste of it, then.]

[gotashortfuse]

Yeah. Your name is Ken, Number Two.

[Translation: He's decided to only call you Number Two.]

[oceantrauma]

I didn't want to do this from the start.

If you can't even refer to me by my name, I'm not doing anything.

[Wormmon would've never dared, but Ken does. What's the worst that can happen? Michael realizes this is a BAD IDEA? Which it is.]

[gotashortfuse]

I'll leave ya to it then! Make sure it's awesome!

[NOT LISTENING TO STUPID STUFF LIKE REBELLIONS!]

[oceantrauma]

[Nope. Ken's not giving into this. Clearly directly arguing does nothing. He just won't do it.]