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[deadthenred]

Alright, lemme make sure I got this exact. We've been rounded up to fight in some dad-blamed future battle, and in the meantime we're supposed to sit around and twiddle our thumbs. Guess some things never change, huh?

Look, I got sympathy, I really do. You have terrific taste, bringing me here. I'm all aces. And hang, I hate to say no to a lady. Some of you have to be ladies, right?

[ Cough cough. Ahem. ]

But I'm all booked up. I got a date with Hitler and his Nazi crum-bums. I can't stick around for this.

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[deadthenred]

You're a trip and a half, fella.

[ Namor must be behind this guy. Somehow. ]

[outright]

And you've been a pleasure to do business with.

[deadthenred]

And here I thought you didn't like me.

[outright]

[ the view behind him shifts as he heads out of his room, making for the one he's just decided is also his ]

I like you just fine when you're giving me — [ a pause, as he stares at something off-camera. ] ...Mm. Those are truly some hideous shirts.

[deadthenred]

I would've taken the baseball card.

[outright]

Well, there's more in here, so I suppose your sacrifice is still generous. [ totally just pawin through his stuff now, aw yeah ]

[deadthenred]

If it ain't your stuff, why do you want it?

[outright]

I wouldn't want it going to waste.

[deadthenred]

Then you'd've taken the shirts.

[outright]

The shirts? No. The shirts can stay. Exceptions to every rule, and all.

[deadthenred]

I don't think you got many of those.