You ever seen that Real Bodies exhibit? With the perfectly preserved bodies stripped down to the muscle?
I almost stole the cross-sectioned horse, because I thought it'd be a unique conversation starter, and because I could, but then I remembered I hate talking to people, and I can steal anything.
[A low snerk of laughter.
The solar wind is picking up outside. Stirring up the dust and making the sky-line red. Pretty, when you're watching it from a bubble.
Less pretty when you're in the middle of it, and you're tripping balls as your face melts off.]
Shits kinda gross. And I say that as someone who's chopped off plenty of arms. Something about how waxy all the veins are is really nasty. If you steal it won't it start smelling after a while? Or do you actually live in some ice fortress kept at the perfect temp to preserve bodies?
[Themes are important.]
Nah. That happened before. Also not how I died. I had someone cave in my entire chest. Which isn't a car crash. We can go do donuts outside the dome without fear of me driving us into a tree.
Or well.. a dirt tornado or something. Guess there's no trees.
That's the retirement plan. Buy an ice cream factory. Get fat, live the icy dream, and be lazy about hiding bodies.
[Themes really are important. That's the difference between a villain, and a SUPER villain. Going the extra mile for branding.]
That sounds fun. The donuts, not the chest-smash. My nails like your chest in one piece.
Heard there are mountains out there. And another city. The talking Porsche wants to go. I'll take any excuse to get outside and stretch my legs. I'm sick of being cooped up in here.
Who did your chest, and if they show up, would you be pressed if I took a shot?
My chest likes it better this way. Bleeding from you is a helluva lot better than any of the other ways to bleed.
[Is that romantic? He probably thinks it's romantic.]
You know he turns into a plane? But for some reason he can't just fly us out there. Something shady about that whole situation. Pretty sure he just wants to abandon us and take the place for himself which, you know, I appreciate the initiative. He's trying.
Sindel? You can rip her legs off and beat her to death with them like a piñata for all I care. Fair warning - she's super hot.
[He'd kill her in a heartbeat, but it's worth noting - she's real nice to look at.]
[It was kinda romantic. Len's going to keep that comment tucked away in his most private mental file-folder of things worth remembering. Photographic memory isn't have as useful if you're not organized.]
I did know. Talk about versatile.
My guess is he needs worker bees to accomplish whatever it is he wants to accomplish, and ditch us when he's done. Why waste the gas bringing us back to Anchor?
[A snerk in regards to Sindel, who better stay off Len's turf if she doesn't want her allegedly amazing tits stomped in retaliation. No one takes away what's his.]
[Now that's definitely romantic. This is the stuff sappy Hallmark cards are made of.]
Yeah I figure we'll have to slice off one of his limbs or something in order to keep him from abandoning everyone. Wonder if we can get a big ass shock collar.
[And there Len goes, increasing the romance level.]
I'm equal opportunity everything. Killing. Shanking. Robbing. Kissing. Why ignore fifty percent of the exploitable population? A wallet's a wallet.
[Leonard Snart for Mx America. Kabal knows how to pick them.]
This place is like Best Buy on crack. A little digging and I bet we could find an EMP strong enough to knock Screamy out and steal his figurative metal kidneys.
Or literal, if he has any. I bet those would go for a pretty plutonium penny.
Women's wallets probably smell less like ass sweat too.
[The real reason women's pants don't have pockets - to keep their wallets fresh and clean in purses.]
Who doesn't want some fresh robo-organs? But now that you say it, I think Qubit was making something like that. Or maybe Peter. One of the nerds was trying to do something for defense but it was months ago and I wasn't paying attention.
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I almost stole the cross-sectioned horse, because I thought it'd be a unique conversation starter, and because I could, but then I remembered I hate talking to people, and I can steal anything.
[A low snerk of laughter.
The solar wind is picking up outside. Stirring up the dust and making the sky-line red. Pretty, when you're watching it from a bubble.
Less pretty when you're in the middle of it, and you're tripping balls as your face melts off.]
Was that Quan-Shitbag guy the one who burned you?
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[Themes are important.]
Nah. That happened before. Also not how I died. I had someone cave in my entire chest. Which isn't a car crash. We can go do donuts outside the dome without fear of me driving us into a tree.
Or well.. a dirt tornado or something. Guess there's no trees.
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[Themes really are important. That's the difference between a villain, and a SUPER villain. Going the extra mile for branding.]
That sounds fun. The donuts, not the chest-smash. My nails like your chest in one piece.
Heard there are mountains out there. And another city. The talking Porsche wants to go. I'll take any excuse to get outside and stretch my legs. I'm sick of being cooped up in here.
Who did your chest, and if they show up, would you be pressed if I took a shot?
[Not really a question so much as a statement.]
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[Is that romantic? He probably thinks it's romantic.]
You know he turns into a plane? But for some reason he can't just fly us out there. Something shady about that whole situation. Pretty sure he just wants to abandon us and take the place for himself which, you know, I appreciate the initiative. He's trying.
Sindel? You can rip her legs off and beat her to death with them like a piñata for all I care. Fair warning - she's super hot.
[He'd kill her in a heartbeat, but it's worth noting - she's real nice to look at.]
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[It was kinda romantic. Len's going to keep that comment tucked away in his most private mental file-folder of things worth remembering. Photographic memory isn't have as useful if you're not organized.]
I did know. Talk about versatile.
My guess is he needs worker bees to accomplish whatever it is he wants to accomplish, and ditch us when he's done. Why waste the gas bringing us back to Anchor?
[A snerk in regards to Sindel, who better stay off Len's turf if she doesn't want her allegedly amazing tits stomped in retaliation. No one takes away what's his.]
That's never stopped me from cutting a bitch.
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[Now that's definitely romantic. This is the stuff sappy Hallmark cards are made of.]
Yeah I figure we'll have to slice off one of his limbs or something in order to keep him from abandoning everyone. Wonder if we can get a big ass shock collar.
[And there Len goes, increasing the romance level.]
Equal opportunity shanking huh? I like it.
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[Leonard Snart for Mx America. Kabal knows how to pick them.]
This place is like Best Buy on crack. A little digging and I bet we could find an EMP strong enough to knock Screamy out and steal his figurative metal kidneys.
Or literal, if he has any. I bet those would go for a pretty plutonium penny.
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[The real reason women's pants don't have pockets - to keep their wallets fresh and clean in purses.]
Who doesn't want some fresh robo-organs? But now that you say it, I think Qubit was making something like that. Or maybe Peter. One of the nerds was trying to do something for defense but it was months ago and I wasn't paying attention.
Probably in the lab.
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You can carry the bags.
[As a good criminal boyfriend should.]
Grand larceny gets heavy.
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[Too bad they both know that he'll definitely carry 30 pieces of designer luggage if it comes down to it. ]
Guess we can see how he comes apart and try to find a buyer later.
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[Low hum of consideration.]
And I'd love to watch you take him apart piece by piece.
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Though I'm getting kinda fond of the victory celebration after.
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[That's Len-speak for 'Me too'.]
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