Montana: The Natural

[Montana]

[member="Lord Eclipsion"]

I'll pm you.

[member="Celty Ikon"]

I'm a person, Patchy. Can't you see that? *laughs* And also I could fly circles around you.

 

[Celty Ikon]

[member="Montana"]

You undergo photosynthesis. That makes you a plant, tree-boy.


And don't talk about my flying. I've had this bike longer than you've had your lightsaber.

This is fun.

 

[Lord Eclipsion]

[member="Montana"]

Sounds great!

 

[Montana]

[member="Celty Ikon"]

Whatever you say, gramps.

Just don't come crawling to me when it's a pile of scrap and the saber is still fresh on my hip.

 

[Celty Ikon]

[member="Montana"]

Grandpa, huh?

I don't feel insulted by that. My grandpa is a badass admiral who's gotten more women than grains of sand on Tatooine. So, uh... bite me.

And my bike will last way longer than your little glowstick. At least it's quiet.

Seriously, though, these two should either be best friends or beat the living hell out of each other on a regular basis.

 

[Montana]

[member="Celty Ikon"]

Pfft... Tatooine... Pfft. Whatever, man.

*makes obscene hand motion*

I can feel the abusive bromance already.

 

[Celty Ikon]

[member="Montana"]

Wow, your vocabulary astounds me. Seriously, dude. Go bat your eyes at a Wookiee. They climb trees.

This will be hilarious. And sad. In so many ways. I'll PM you from [member='Malachite the Shoki']

 

[Slot 11]

*rolls eyes and swats the back of Celty's head* Seriously, get a room you two. Any more of this PDA and I'll be sick...
[member="Celty Ikon"]
[member="Montana"]

 

[Celty Ikon]

[member="Rima Filenko"]

Look who's talking, blaster brains...

 

[Slot 11]

*places hands on her hips* I have no idea what you're talking about, Cyclops....
[member="Celty Ikon"]

 

[Celty Ikon]

[member="Rima Filenko"]

Really? Like the other day when we were shouting at each other about movies, and then...

 

[Montana]

[member="Rima Filenko"] [member="Celty Ikon"]

Woah...Wait... You're telling me this guy? Patches? Has a girlfriend?

You must be one patient chick. Or crazy.

 

[Slot 11]

*brings down heel on your foot, grinding it into your big toe* And... WHAT???
[member="Celty Ikon"]

*Turns to Montana* You're mistaken, sir. I wouldn't date this Kriff-for-brains if my life depended on it.
[member="Montana"]

 

[Montana]

[member="Rima Filenko"]

"Kriff-for-brains?" Is that your pet name for him?

 

[Celty Ikon]

[member="Montana"]

She's both. Both apparently turns out good.


[member="Rima Filenko"]

You sort of pinned me to the couch and might've accidentally kissed me...

 

[Slot 11]

One of many.... *shoots Celty a piercing glare* But not because we're dating. We grew up together. He was my INSANE and INDECENT next door neighbor.
[member="Celty Ikon"]
[member="Montana"]

 

[Celty Ikon]

[member="Rima Filenko"]

And you were the girl who broke my nose and then left the planet. I'd call that even.


[member="Montana"]

Quit laughing, tree-boy. You can't even hold your booze down.

 

[Montana]

[member="Rima Filenko"]

*applauds her*

[member="Celty Ikon"]

I don't even drink booze! It's sugar that get's my people drunk. Read a book, Patches.

 

[Celty Ikon]

[member="Montana"]

*nerf herder facade momentarily slips* That actually sounds cool. Wish I could react to sugar like tha- *back on* Why don't you go find yourself some training wheels for your swoop, blondie? Gonna need 'em.

 

[Slot 11]

*sighs, pulling out Moon & Star to examine them* Hey Hammerhead? How far do you think you could run before Moon or Star could land their babies in you?
[member="Celty Ikon"]
[member="Montana"]