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But I can touch my nose with my tongue.

Then do it.

*sticks out her tongue and curls it up, touching the tip of her nose* Fee?

I see. But-- *copies! nice long tongue~*

My dear brother, why must you go making such precarious claims?

Not going to try?

Well, you did have it coming.

Hank punched at him.

*he ducks! and is not moved!*

No. Push.

A push with the knuckles is sweet as any other.

......

You don't know how?

Very well, dear brother, I will oblige you just this once.

Hank reached...

*he locks himself down, digging his toeless feet into the ground and waits*

I sense the smell of deceit roundabouts.

No matter.

Like a hydraulic press, he pushed harder and harder...

*not moving yet!*

You are being very uncooperative right now.

An adjustment is in order.

Meanwhile, the super-cyborg continued.

I'm not going to let you.

*he moves, barely. nowhere near an inch--and then he's upright again*

So it begins; the beginning...of the end.

Hank pushed with extreme force.

*he moves... and again... but still not there!*

With no further commentary, he locked out his elbows.

*Norrin only digs in deeper and is even heavier!*

Norrin, surely you understand this is an exercise in futility.

Stop if you want.

Naturally, he did not.

*can Hank push something with the weight of a star?? :D*

*pops up, grinning* Huh. You know, I don't know if I could, if you didn't want me to.

No, probably not. Especially if you don't try.

Well, hmm. *he grins, and places his hands on Norrin's chest* I probably shouldn't even try, you're right. Just embarrass myself.

You either can or you can't. *he waits!*

*his eyes are dancing, and he gives Norrin an all mighty shove*

*Norrin doesn't move!*

*and seems very happy with this~*

*he frowns, although he's still amused, and pushes him again, leaning his full weight against him*

*he seems to weigh quite a lot ;3*

*he laughs, giving up and lighting a cigarette* Fuck, man. That's crazy.

It makes perfect sense.

*takes a drag of his cigarette* Why does it make sense?

I'm metal. It's heavy by itself.

I can punch through marble, Norrin -- but I can't even dent you. Not that I really want to dent you, but you know what I mean.

It's alien metal. Of course it's stronger than marble.

*he grins* Fair point.

Five.

As you are now? No.

Perhaps I will change back to prove you wrong.

Is that worth it?

Perhaps.