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"No! Smiff, you're wrong!" Nano and Alsmiffy had been arguing for the last ten minutes whilst Lomadia watched the two like a tennis match. "It's—" She hummed a tune.
"No! Nano, it's—" Smiffy hummed a different tune.
Lomadia laughed. "She's right, mate." She sloshed her drink around. "It's—" Lom hummed Nano's tune.
"Smiffy, mate, you're singing the Voyager tune." Nano said, taking a sip of her own.
"That's Deep Space 9!" Smiffy cried.
"No it's not!" The girls replied, yelling over the music at the frat party. Funny, this is how they spend their time.
"We're doing Deep Space 9, you're doing Voyager!" Nano pointed at the slime.
"Smiffy, look!" Lomadia tried to play the Deep Space theme from her phone, but the party music drowned it out.
Smiffy rolled his eyes. "Whatever,"
Trott ran up behind the slime, jumped, and ran his hands through what looked to be his hair. It formed into a big mess, and Smiffy ran after Trott who had darted away cackling.
