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No trust for even bombs without heat signatures anymore sense Lucy Alixon backed away from this new gift. The first bomb’s foam taken a good while to clean off from her clothes and hair. “You wont trick me with the same thing two time’s how fine you even polish that bomb!!!” Eye’s narrow realizing it’s Syx’s.
“I though you knew the harm in getting my hair ruined!! Get that thing away from me or you regret it Syx!” Was the last threat she uttered before ducking behind a corner hearing foam bomb go off.

“……There is no genuine kind folk’s in this city anymore.” Huff.

“What do you mean, not original? Did… did somebody already think of this? Damn our amazing blue minds!”

“Yet somehow it’s even funnier to know it’s round tWO! HA!”