Explain what? Is this a call about the birds and bees, or do you wanna know how my beats got so ill? Because I'm afraid that my beats are a mystery science simply cannot solve. They're too sick to be dissected, 'cause if they were, everyone would be inflicted with the motherfuckin' radical plague.
[ What's up is an unquantifiable variable currently eluding us. ]
It's true, your beats would cause a worldwide epidemic. It would likely rival the Black Death that swept across medieval Europe, wiping out a third of the population. But no, this is not about causing a third of the base to collapse with rupturing pustules and ultimately dying a horrible death.
I'm glad you understand why I can't explain about my beats, but I don't think you grasp this whole concept of conversational give and take, sis. You can't just ask me to explain and then expect me to pinpoint what in the elusive mind of Rose Lalonde you mean. Like. You bring up shit from years ago and expect it to be suddenly relevant.
I mean, so do I, but it's ok when I do it.
Do you want me to explain how I got my sweet moves, because this is equally a trade secret even to twin sisters I'm sorry to say. But don't worry, I can train you to maybe be at least two levels lower in sweet than me, which is still pretty fuckin' radical?
Is there nothing to be said for the bond between siblings? Twins are supposed to have some sort of mental connection, no?
Ah, what a double standard you have there, Dave. I will say this, it has nothing to do with shit from years ago.
As tempting an offer as that may be, I doubt your sweet moves are any sweeter than mine. I'll have you know I'm already "pretty fuckin' radical" at dancing. Perhaps I should give you a lesson sometime?
Rose, I think we'd both go insane if we had that sibs connection to the other, lbr here. Also, obviously I have a double standard when it's in my favor, who doesn't?
My sweet moves are so fuckin' sweeter than yours, are you challenging me to a Strilonde dance off because if so hold onto your pride and give it one last goodbye smooch since I'm about to fuckin' murder it.
Of course not, I would never challenge you to such an unfair duel. One that would most definitely leave you humiliated, wallowing in the depth of dark despair. I'm a good sister, after all, and that would be a cruel massacre of your dignity.
telepathy.
[ What is Dave supposed to be explaining? We just don't know. Or rather, Rose knows, but gives no hints. ]
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[ no but seriously what's up ]
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It's true, your beats would cause a worldwide epidemic. It would likely rival the Black Death that swept across medieval Europe, wiping out a third of the population. But no, this is not about causing a third of the base to collapse with rupturing pustules and ultimately dying a horrible death.
Perhaps you'd like to make a more serious guess.
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I mean, so do I, but it's ok when I do it.
Do you want me to explain how I got my sweet moves, because this is equally a trade secret even to twin sisters I'm sorry to say. But don't worry, I can train you to maybe be at least two levels lower in sweet than me, which is still pretty fuckin' radical?
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Ah, what a double standard you have there, Dave. I will say this, it has nothing to do with shit from years ago.
As tempting an offer as that may be, I doubt your sweet moves are any sweeter than mine. I'll have you know I'm already "pretty fuckin' radical" at dancing. Perhaps I should give you a lesson sometime?
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My sweet moves are so fuckin' sweeter than yours, are you challenging me to a Strilonde dance off because if so hold onto your pride and give it one last goodbye smooch since I'm about to fuckin' murder it.
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Of course not, I would never challenge you to such an unfair duel. One that would most definitely leave you humiliated, wallowing in the depth of dark despair. I'm a good sister, after all, and that would be a cruel massacre of your dignity.
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Anyway what the fuck were you tryin' to get me to explain?