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Back in the ship, the Entities are mingling once more(Kyle is forced to stay 2 whole meters{or 10 Builderman blessed studs} away from the bar).
One of the Masked Killer's bones starts rattling in morse code.
"A..u.."
"I GOT IT! "Aubree is 14. You guys got your ass kicked by a FOURTEEN YEAR OLD. ARE WE SERIOUS CHAT?!"
With the morse decoded, he ponders a reason.
"Well, we got our own ### handed to us by a pile of rabbits earlier and then a fat orange cat! What were we meant to do? We were already injured and unprepared!"
"more.like.you.were.unprepared."
"also she was like..comically angry? Like I thought da egg cracking let's you live bettah n' all dat but, what? Did she triple her anger and save it for later when it cracked?"
"what.are.you.on.about("?")"
"What nonsense are you jabbering in my bar?!"
"I thought you were meant to be like the demon of her anger or somethin'?"
"when.did.she.ever.care.about.EGGS."
"Ya know about-"
"Transition, it's not a work of fiction."
"THANK YA, Mary!"
"OHOHO! Bart of Ender! You look like you need a drink!"
Smile's chains fly across the bar, grabbing a glass and pouring in some of his own blood before handing it back to The Vengeful.
"...All of you out."
The bartender sounded like he was on the verge of insanity.
"Bu-"
"NO 'BUT'S. ALL OF YOU OUT. WE NEARLY LOST OUR DEAL WITH DOE DUE TO THIS BLUNDER."