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D:what ARE you doing, Felicity?
F:Ahh! Damnit did Oliver teach you his ninja creeping skills?! Jeeze Digg!
D:-chuckles-
F:For your information, I am exercising.
D:
F:Really! This is YO-GA, even you must have heard of it.
D:
F:What?! Why are looking at me like that?!
R:Because you have your hair in the chalk bucket and your foot in the dirty towels hamper, Blondie.
F:Haha.
O:Felicity? Do I want to know why you are using my gripping chalk in your hair?
F:Oh shit, really?!
O:And are you stuck in the hamper?
F:Oh, fine! So what if I am?
D and R:You're really stuck?!
F:
O:Will one of you just help her before she fli--
A huge, white cloud of chalk fluffs up and into the air.
F:-cough- Ooowwww! Well crap. -cough-
O:Hey Digg, come on, you're backing me up this patrol. Roy, help her and then clean this up? Thanks.
R and F:Wait! You're just LEAVING?
O:I tried to warn you...
F:Is this payback for messing with your ringtones again.
O:
D:It's a Small World, really, Felicity, you have to ask? You're lucky I don't make you do one hundred push ups just for one time I had to hear it!