023 [Action] (Fourth Wall)

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[Well. Luke wasn't expecting to pop up in the middle of the plaza relatively unharmed. Just a moment ago the Malnosso were preparing him for... he didn't want to think about it, really. But now he's here? He escaped somehow? And... there seems to be a huge crowd of people around him.

Huh.

Right now, he just wants to get home. So, he takes in a deep breath, then begins to try pushing his way through the mass amount of newcomers.]

Sorry - Coming through - Would you watch it?! - Hey!

[Gosh, this is giving him the strangest sense of deja-vu for some reason.]

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[SHIT NO DO NOT PICK HIM UP. GODDAMMIT.

This is so embarrassing.

He starts squawking. ANGRILY. JUST LAUNCH HIM ALREADY.]

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[...



Sounds like Asch, too.]

H-Hey! [He holds the bird thing away like it's a grenade or something.] I can't understand you!

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[UGH UGH UGH YOU'RE THE MOST USELESS HUMAN EVER. He tries to nip at your fingers. If you're going to pick him up, at least shoot him, dammit!]

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[Whoa jeez this thing's freaking out

OW THAT WAS HIS FINGER]

Ow - jeez!

[OKAY HE DOESN'T CARE IF THIS IS ASCH. HE'S FLINGING THAT THING OUT OF HIS HAND NOW.]

Just shut up already!

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Whoooooooooeeeeeeeeeee!

[HELL YEAH HE'S BEEN LAUNCHED.

Not...at anything. Or anyone. And he doesn't go very far.

...GODDAMMIT.]

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[... Huh. The bird thing seemed to enjoy that.

...

He'll just walk over and pick it back up, then, though he tosses it up and down in his head. Now that he thinks about it, it does feel like something he can throw.]

Is that what you want, bird thing?

[pigsplosions]

[God, now he gets it. The bird rolls around and squawks emphatically. NOW YOU'VE GOT THE RIGHT IDEA, FELLOW RED-FEATHERED BOTHER.]

1/3

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2/3

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[Well this is like a dream come true for Luke

So he'll just straighten up, rear back, lifting up one leg as if he were some kind of baseball pitcher, then THROWS AND LETS THE BIRD THING FLY TOWARDS A TREE.]

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Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

[NOW THAT'S MORE LIKE IT. The angry bird goes soars through the air. He's legit gonna hit some pigs this time, right?

...

He lands in a tree.

...

WOW THAT WAS THE WORST AIM EVER.]