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Dark: washing his hands, turns around to grab a towel, but sees a babyfied Second with a gun in hand
Second, who drank a potion that made him physically a baby just to make the prank: ah! :D
Dark: ... that's a baby with a gun. A BABY. WITH A GUN.
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Dark: I'm calling the others. They hung up.
Dark: inhale IT'S A BABY WITH A GUN.
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Dark: comfort eating eats a donut, then spits it out that's just sugar-
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Dark: awww, it's a baby with a gun!
Second: trying not to laugh out loud
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Dark: BABY WITH A GUN- throws an empty bowl
Second: O-O
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Dark: WHO SENT YOU?! WAS IT CHOSEN?! FINE I'LL BUY HIM A NEW BOOK-
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Dark, checking his phone: my insurance covers babies with guns? Surprised oh, really?
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Dark, perched on the kitchen's counter: GET OUT.
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Dark: takes out Second's pen how about we trade?? Gives Second the pen and takes the gun I'll give you this, and you'll give me that. Now isn't that bet-
Second: uses the pen to draw another, albeit more cartoonish, gun
Dark: oh.
Dark: I'm really stupid.
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Dark: points the gun at Second OH. NOT SO NICE, ISN’T IT? NO, UH?! I'M A MAN WITH A GUN, WHAT ARE YOU!? YOU'RE A BABY WITH A GUN, YOU'RE NOTHING!
Second: fake tears intensifies
Dark: h-
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Dark: I'm sorry, that was mean. You don't deserve that, you're young. Gives his gun back to Second just take mine-
Dark:
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Dark: cover his face with his hands oh, now it's a baby with two guns.
Second: :)
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Dark: WHERE’S THE BABY?? THERE'S THE BABY! WHY DON'T YOU LEAVE??
Dark, perched once again on the counter while sobbing: GET OUT OF THE HOUSEEEE!
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Dark, hiding inside the fridge: I'm hiding in the fridge now!
Second: concerned
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Dark, after getting out of the fridge and speaking sarcastically: Y'know, I kinda want you to shoot me, so when God's like, "Hey Dark, how did you die?" I can be like "I dunno God, maybe I was shot by A BABY WITH A GUN!"
Second: laughs at Dark's misery
Dark, now crying: don't laugh at me! You're a sick... you're a sick baby woth a gun!
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Dark: moves around erratically YEAH! Not easy, is it?! NOT EASY SHOOTING A MOVING TARGET!-
Second: aims
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Dark, with a bandaged arm after being grazed by the bullet: ... you need to leave.
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Second is outside the door
Dark: sits against said door, exhausted
Vic: awww, looks at this little baby!
Green, alarmed: OH GODS HE'S GOT A GUN! AAAAAAH!-
Gunshots
Dark, holding himself against both door and wall: ... I have to move- O_O
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Meanwhile
Sec, after drinking some milk so that the potion wears off: revenge has been made!
Chosen, chuckling: good! He deserved it after the last prank!
Blue: yeah, that Virus was almost as bad as the ViraBot- and didn't even help us getting rid of it!
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