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>Are these Prang numbers real?!
Afraid so.
>What the hell are we paying Punkamina for?
We're not. You, uh.. You let her go after she dropped a monitor on your head.
>What? I don't remember that
It was a pretty big monitor.
>Whatever, we'll just rummage around the toy chest until I find someone to take her spot. What's Madame Smol up to?
Injured.
>Then how about Chilly Milly?
She, uh.. she doesn't return our phone calls.
>No Milly?
Afraid not.
>How about the Bussy Gang? I always pop for Bussy
Blown to pieces at a recent WWA function.
>Dam, what am I gonna do? Wait... I've got it! GET EVE ANNE COPEMAN ON THE PHONE RIGHT FUCKING NOW!
But boss.. she's totally sawdusted.
>I DON'T CARE. IF A TOY BREAKS WE CAN ALWAYS GLUE IT BACK TOGETHER!
Boss, do you think maybe that's the soda talking?
>This shit again?
It's just that you've been up all night. Plus you've lost five teeth and a kidney this month.
>We've been over this a million times. Soda helps me think. If I can't think then I can't make art. And if I can't make art then ten thousand indie wrestlers go hungry. So instead of wasting my precious time with all your 'corn syrup is a highly addictive toxin' bullshit why don't you go get me another six-pack and Eve fucking Anne Copeman's number?
Whatever you say boss.
