Oblivion Squadron can't keep the signal down.

[olblueeyes]

That's right, this is T.T. here, having hacked the Gibson in some remote part of the Laurentian cityscape.
You may've taken down one branch office, sure. And I respect that, because even though you're demons, you gotta respect, unh, y'know what, I don't respect you.

Probably even don't respect the person who tones up your cruddy vespa at the auto body shop, do ya?
Yeah, I thought not.

Well, guess what, ya pucker-faced perpetrators of void-based crime.
The long fist of the law is never far away from a righteous stop-over in the drunk tank, for the lot of you.

Someone'll probably cut the power in a few minutes, because there's always some guy that does, but eye your six.
Y'know who's coming for you..?

[Cuddlebeam]

*Smugger smugging smugs*

[olblueeyes]

Are you talking to me? Because, get this, yer dead, kiddo.

... No, I, I mean that.
You actually look like you're dead.
And I mean, you're a demon and all, and also broke the law, but, unh, talking while dead probably isn't the best for your vocal chords.

Sit down, wipe that smug smirk off your face, and drink some hot chocolate or something, and we can settle this later.
... Or keep smugging, that's fine too.
Frikkety frakkin' demon youths, not respecting their elders, hrrrrumph...

[Cuddlebeam]

*chuckles smugly and smugs*

[olblueeyes]

OOoOOOOoOOooOOoo!

I did NOT go through an (admittedly scandal-plagued) night university to put up with this!
You're arrested. Double-arrested.
No mercy for children, even if I can't hit the broad side of a barn.

Here's a line.

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You just crossed it, you smug-chuckling brat. This is what the line looks now.

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And that's where your gnarly demon feet scootched it up.
Just wretched.

I hope you feel awful.

...

You do, right?
Just a - just a little?
Unnnh....