Roll Out!

::MAX ~~PUNCHED FLAK IN THE BALLS~~ stopped punching sort of in surprise that Flak somehow stopped punching::

::he was angry and confused as to why Flak was actually listening to someone for once::

He said he was gonna beat up Andy and then he broke down my door and punched me, I got every right to slug him back.

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Well you two aren't seriously going to sit here and punch each other all day, are you?

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Of course not. That'd be stupid.

Just until I win.

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You never won nothin' against me and you know that.

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So you two could. Theoretically achieve the same end result by... not doing anything. *That was Raiden's best attempt at diffusing a fight how did you like it*

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...If we don't do anything, noone wins. *Flak sucker punches Max in the stomach*

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::its a good thing Max has a million abs to protect him and shatter all the bones in your puny, girlish hand, Flak::

::Max still gasps for air, though::

::~~Raiden you'd better do something more better than you currently are before something else happens~~::

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*Raiden is going to stand there awkwardly because three of him combined wouldn't equal the size of ONE of these two guys and he knows it.

Sadly.*

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*You wish, Max. Flak is just going to take his perfectly functional hand and hit you again now.*

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Most would have thought there were only three in the room.

There were not.

There was a fourth. And he was small and pink and until a few minutes ago had been sleeping. But the noise and yelling woke him up.

And he woke up to see that someone was punching the guy who fed him. And then that blond guy came in and the punching stopped and then that other guy punched his friend again and finally it registered in his tiny little slowpoke brain to do something about it.

He opened his mouth and ~~sang the song that ends the Earth~~ and out came a strange blast of water in rings aimed at the guy who was about to punch Slowpoke's friend again.

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*What. WHAT. The water thing hit Flak dead on, knocking him straight to the ground. He got up quickly, preparing to launch another punch at Max or that pink thing. Except, his brain was kind of fuzzy, and instead of hitting either one of them, he ended up punching himself in the face, falling to the ground again, knocked out.*

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Slowpoke rolled over and went back to sleep.

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Hey Raiden, help me get him into his room or the lounge or somethin'.

Slowpoke, I'm. . . Slowpoke I didn't even know you could do that.

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Oh yeah. Sure thing.

I didn't even know that thing was alive.

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::Max is totally grabbing Flak by the armpits and hoists him up, and then looks at his feet, then at Raiden::

No, no that's Slowpoke. He's a slowpoke. He's one of those pokemon guys, like Char or Blastoise or Bulba but he doesn't turn into a human. He just likes to nap. I rescued him from a pokemon jail sorta place. ((It was an aquarium, Max))

He sleeps most of the time. Sometimes he nibbles on my shoes. Most of the time he just sleeps on my old torn shirts. ((Max has a lot of those))

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*Raiden gets the hint. Raiden, with a minor amount of struggle, hoists him up.<*

It's uh... *Cute? Is cute the word Raiden is looking for? he's not sure.* real cute.

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