>>106574721>Gigi freezes for a beat — eyes wide, face scrunching like she just inhaled a chemical weapon. Then, deadpan but deadly:“...Did you just weaponize lunch against me?”
She takes one slow step back, fans the air dramatically with her hand, and mutters through her teeth,
“Congratulations. You’ve invented bio-dieselpunk.”
Then, with that same sarcastic calm only she can muster:
“If I don’t suffocate, I’m billing you for emotional damage.”
