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Me in a prize fight? Nah.

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OK, I'm not even going to ask for elaboration on that.
*shakes head*
Too weird.

My girlfriend made a joke in light of me being immortal.

[Jack's seated at an empty card table watching the people. He points to an advertisement for a boxing match.]

That, I should sign myself up for a heavyweight boxing match. I'm not exactly suicidal anymore.

*walks over and sits down next to Jack*

Why not do it? I mean, you can't die...technically. What's the worst that could happen?

[Jack takes a cocktail, as the lady walks past.]

I don't have enough retcon to make people forget what they saw. I tend to avoid advertising the fact, I don't die.

*frowns*
Yeah, hadn't thought of that.

*thinks for a little bit*

You's just have to make sure you get taken off someplace no one else is before you wake up.

Isn't the object of boxing to avoid getting knocked out? And I'm sure another one is to avoid being killed.

It is. The general object of everything is to avoid a painful death.

*ponders a little more*

Are you actually good at boxing is the more important question.

[Jack balls up his fists, and he gives Liz a mock jab.] I'm able to hold my own, but I'm not a professional like these guys.

A Weevil is a completely different story. Okay, maybe not.

*glances over at him. That was kind of weak form. Well, weak compared to Red's punching form. Not that Red has proper form, but still...*

Yeah, you're probably gonna die. I know a guy who could give you a few pointers but he's in Japan or...something.

But anyway, your girlfriend's right; you wouldn't last against a pro.

*shrugs*

Sorry.

What? I wasn't going to actually hit you. [Jack looks at the people in the casino, then over towards Liz. He wonders what she's thinking.]

A Weevil, they can hit like a pro fighter. Red? I've yet to meet him.

I know you weren't gonna hit me!

*eyeroll*

I have yet to meet a Weevil but good for you for using that experience to get better at beating people up. Very noble.

*thumbs up for Jack*

...and Red? He can beat pretty much anything to a pulp without much effort. He's built for it. Made...for it really.

[Jack points at the picture of the boxer.]

A Weevil, no not quite, but it has the build of a boxer. They're not as good looking, they move and hit like a bullet.

I'm just not going to go in there for profit, besides they need a sponsor and a bunch of legal shit before going in there. I was being cheeky with you.

[Jack scrunches his face, and he takes a drink of his drink. He grimaces.] A little too watered down. I'll have to meet him.

*smiles*
Ah, gotcha.

Meet Red? Uh... yeah...that might not be the greatest idea. He's very...unique. *exhales and starts ripping a napkin into teeny tiny itty bitty pieces* Red's not much of a people...person.

OK, I'm not even going to ask for elaboration on that.
*shakes head*
Too weird.

My girlfriend made a joke in light of me being immortal.

[Jack's seated at an empty card table watching the people. He points to an advertisement for a boxing match.]

That, I should sign myself up for a heavyweight boxing match. I'm not exactly suicidal anymore.

*walks over and sits down next to Jack*

Why not do it? I mean, you can't die...technically. What's the worst that could happen?

[Jack takes a cocktail, as the lady walks past.]

I don't have enough retcon to make people forget what they saw. I tend to avoid advertising the fact, I don't die.

*frowns*
Yeah, hadn't thought of that.

*thinks for a little bit*

You's just have to make sure you get taken off someplace no one else is before you wake up.

Isn't the object of boxing to avoid getting knocked out? And I'm sure another one is to avoid being killed.

It is. The general object of everything is to avoid a painful death.

*ponders a little more*

Are you actually good at boxing is the more important question.

[Jack balls up his fists, and he gives Liz a mock jab.] I'm able to hold my own, but I'm not a professional like these guys.

A Weevil is a completely different story. Okay, maybe not.

*glances over at him. That was kind of weak form. Well, weak compared to Red's punching form. Not that Red has proper form, but still...*

Yeah, you're probably gonna die. I know a guy who could give you a few pointers but he's in Japan or...something.

But anyway, your girlfriend's right; you wouldn't last against a pro.

*shrugs*

Sorry.

What? I wasn't going to actually hit you. [Jack looks at the people in the casino, then over towards Liz. He wonders what she's thinking.]

A Weevil, they can hit like a pro fighter. Red? I've yet to meet him.

I know you weren't gonna hit me!

*eyeroll*

I have yet to meet a Weevil but good for you for using that experience to get better at beating people up. Very noble.

*thumbs up for Jack*

...and Red? He can beat pretty much anything to a pulp without much effort. He's built for it. Made...for it really.

[Jack points at the picture of the boxer.]

A Weevil, no not quite, but it has the build of a boxer. They're not as good looking, they move and hit like a bullet.

I'm just not going to go in there for profit, besides they need a sponsor and a bunch of legal shit before going in there. I was being cheeky with you.

[Jack scrunches his face, and he takes a drink of his drink. He grimaces.] A little too watered down. I'll have to meet him.

*smiles*
Ah, gotcha.

Meet Red? Uh... yeah...that might not be the greatest idea. He's very...unique. *exhales and starts ripping a napkin into teeny tiny itty bitty pieces* Red's not much of a people...person.

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