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“Tarnished tadpole!” Lucretia yelled. “Mouthy matchstick!” Vic yelled back.
Not commenting why these two are excellent at insulting eachother. Maybe I should learn from them.
“That’s it, fuzzball!” Vic shouted out his encouragement to her. “You find Geraldine! Track her down!”
Fuzzball. Cute.
“Come on, Vic! You miserable coward!” Lucretia called out in her low, throaty voice. “Come over here, and let me cleave you in two!” “The only one who’s going to get cleaved in two is you, you overconfident bit of scrap metal!” Vic crowed back at her.
Definitely gonna learn from them.
“What?! You can’t be serious!” he said, his voice rising to a near scream. Nyx whined, as if the high pitch upset her. I winced too. Vic could shriek worse than, well, a teenage girl sometimes.
Idk how to scream. If I purposefully try, it always is a cackle; I scare my friends, family, and neighbors lol.
“So, we meet again, Vic,” the other sword purred. “For the last time.” “Of course, it will be for the last time,” Vic snapped back. “Because I’m finally going to cleave you in two, you simpering sword!” “The only one who simpers around here is you, you overconfident hunk of metal!” Lucretia cried back.
Can I stop laughing in the most serious situation?
