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[snaptrap]

Yeah. You.

The bag.

Gimme it.

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[janee]

No! Get a job, loser!

[snaptrap]

Hey, this is my job, whaddya got against small business, lady?

[That is his now thank you]

[janee]

You fail at it! You're supposed to be able to steal these things without people knowing, but obviously you have to demand bags like some amateur.

[He gets the bag, but all that's in it is a tattered physics book, a pack of trail mix, a bottle of holy water, three dollars in change, and a headless barbie.]

[snaptrap]

[Hey three bucks is three bucks, he tosses the bag back sans three bucks]

Nah, muggin' is just takin' without askin'.

[janee]

Hey,that's my bus fare! I hope you get run over by an old lady with a basement full of wolf skulls.

[snaptrap]

Yeah cuz that makes sense.

[janee]

It doesn't make sense? Aren't wolf ladies harbingers of doom? Well, I hope you get run over by a hundred dried up boybands.

[snaptrap]

Also just buckets o'sense. I'd give this back cuz you must need 'em fer brain pills but I gotta eat.

[janee]

I don't need brain pills! It's not my fault you people are so confusing. How can sense come in buckets? Next time you try to rob me, you'll get palm seeds and nothing else!

[snaptrap]

Look lady, if yer gonna play with the big boys ya gotta at least try to make sense.

Can't just come in here pukin' nonsequiters an' expect me ta laugh.

[janee]

The big boys rob people that can give them more than three dollars in change or a set of almost bald tires. They rip off corporations and banks. You're just petty crime.

I wasn't trying to make you laugh. Everyone says I'm rubbish at jokes.