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"Do I get some kind of stamp card? Ten times and you use a softer rope or something? Because we have to be getting close right, it's been, what? At least seven. Who's paying you this time? It's not my dad again is it, because-"
"Quiet!" Striker hissed, at the same time Bombproof bucked and brayed, obviously just as annoyed by Moxxie's incessant ramblings.
"Hey, you're the one who left my mouth free, you know the drill by now- mmf!"
Striker's tail lodged itself in his mouth and wrapped tightly around his head to stay anchored firmly in place. Moxxie could bite him, but that had only been fun the first couple times. Now his usual go to was to simply hang on for the ride, and chill out in Striker's lair until he was inevitably rescued by some combination of the rest of IMP. Which, given the current track record, would be by midnight, just a couple hours away.
So Moxxie settled in and waited.
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"What do you mean you paid him, sir?!"