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MoM IC Contact
Jaime's cell phone is more or less plugged riiiight into his brain, so he tends to pick up like 99% of the time! If not, however...
"Hey, Jaime here! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you ASAP."
"Hey, Jaime here! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you ASAP."
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[Change of subject? Change of subject.]
apologizing spree?
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collect dues and stuff
if one of you forgets ur dues the other one goes "thats ok youve probably had a lot to do this week just bring it next time"
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let it out reyes let out ur rage
i bet youve got a lot of it stored up in there just go nuts
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I have no idea how you'd even express being mad about something I'm not mad about over text
GRRRRR?
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i bet ur scarab would have better luck expressing his rage
does he have a name actually
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Yeah his name's Khaji Da
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way to properly introduce people jaime i mean seriously
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So congratulations on being one of the lucky few I guess
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YOULL NEVER MAKE FRIENDS THAT WAY KHAJI
OPEN UP UR HEART TO THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP
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anyway
what was this about
OH RIGHT barts back and ur probably happy despite the lack of capslock
so u saw him already then??? did he seem down to you he seems kind of down to me
i figure its probably just post-world saving battle stress
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[It's... dancing around the truth, but hell, like he's going to bring what he's actually down about up.]
You guys pulled off a really big job in your future. He's probably really tired. I know I was
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WE TTLY DID DIDNT WE
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[JUST THE DEATH STUFF.]
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it was probably hard
hell tell me eventually if he wants to talk
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Btw I'm like 90% sure that this is still going to be his first proper christmas so I was thinking we have to make sure that it's freaking awesome ok?
[Safe topics, safe topics, safe topics...]
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he needs to visit a mall santa
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and one of those christmas festivals
and giant trees decked out with a bazillion lights
and see a bunch of cheesy movies
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