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I should run for Neptune's Mayor.

She was this close to having her car cubed. Didn't spell out why, but some things are obvious.

She's over that, now.

Is she?

I'm guessing. Even if she's not, we're not together, anymore.

I'm assuming you mean you and Madison?

I mean Veronica and me. Madison and I were never together.

I'm glad to hear both.

Yeah? You always did have a hard-on for Veronica, didn't you?

If you mean have I always know she deserved better than you by that, than yeah.

And the blows keep on coming. What's so bad about me?

You tend to hurt her a lot.

If you know me at all, you'd know I don't like hurting her and I don't want her hurt.

Well, I don't know you, but it still happens most when she's around you.

And you've just grown so much.

Never said I did.

Hey, we're doing better. I haven't threatened you at all during this conversation.

You haven't. I was wondering about that.

I'm growing up.

Congratulations.

There's a party this weekend celebrating it. You're invited.

I only go to parties if there's cake.

There will be cake.

And beer.

Alright then.

Good.

I'm going to have to keep an eye out for flying pigs.