(Harry: Go gra8 a weapon.)
-- thespiansGlamor [TG] began pestering adamantGriftress [AG] --
TG: alright, i'm back in my room.
TG: there's just one small problem.
TG: i don't think i own any weapons?
TG: there's the prop swords in my closet...
TG: but they're all made of foam and plastic.
TG: argh, this is so hard.
AG: Hey Dum8ass, why are you messaging me from your 8edroom.
AG: We are Literally in the Same House.
AG: We were just in the Same 8RGUMENT.
TG: yes, i know, i know.
TG: um.
TG: sorry about that.
TG: the argument, i mean...
AG: It's Wh8tever.
TG: i didn't mean to get so mad at you and tavros.
TG: well maybe i did mean to get mad at tavros.
TG: but i still feel bad about it.
TG: everything's just been so stressful today.
AG: Harry, I said It's Wh8tever!!!!!!!!
TG: ok.
TG: but...
TG: i need your help here.
TG: i only have a minute, and i can't think of ANYTHING to assign to the strife specibus.
TG: can't you ask vriska if she has any ideas?
AG: No.
AG: I'm not going to 8other her with such a Pointless Question.
AG: And 8esides, I think she's 8usy right now.
AG: She's sort of huddled in a corner, muttering to herself.
TG: huh.
TG: maybe she's nervous?
TG: either that or...
AG: I don't think she's nervous.
AG: 8ut it reminds me how You get sometimes when you're Practicing your Lines over and over.
TG: huh.
TG: ok.
TG: weird.
AG: Time's Ticking, Harry.
TG: fuck.
TG: i'm still all out of ideas.
AG: Ugh, Come On. There's 8ound to 8e Something up there.
AG: Anything can 8e a weapon if you know how to use it.
TG: that's easy for you to say.
TG: on account of all the ACTUAL WEAPONS you have in your room.
AG: Look Harry.
AG: Just 8ecause I Happen to own a lot of Incredi8ly Deadly Armaments, doesn't mean I couldn't improvise if Necessary.
AG: It's part of what m8kes Me 8adass enough to 8e a mem8er of the Rebellion!
TG: blah blah blah.
AG: Anyway.
AG: You've got a 8unch of Sewing Stuff in your room, right?
TG: yeah.
TG: feel free to skip the part where you make fun of me for it.
AG: No, Dongface, I wasn't Going to!
TG: oh.
TG: then i don't understand.
AG: You need a weapon, remember?
TG: OHHHHHHHHH.
AG: /ROLLx8