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Spider-senses ... tingling.

[Axel, you don't have spider sense.]
[What's with the shirt?]
[Ask him for a beer.]
[Pet the cat. It's around here somewhere ...]

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[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[petting the cat wordlessly.]

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[The cat doesn't bite, right? It might.]

Oslooo ...

[it sure is holding on fast.]

[Tug, tug. You're no match for me, cat.]
[Complain to Axel.]
[Sit there and be bitten.]
[CRY SOME MORE]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[tug, tug. you're not match for me, cat. neither is that tail.]

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[Mention something about biting without actually doing anything about it.]

You know, if he rips your hand apart, it ain't my problem.

[Onward!]
[Sass the tall nerdy man right back.]
[Back awaaay from the Oslo.]
[OTHER]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[onward! with a touch of sass.]

I'll bite back.

[regularslackoff.livejournal.com]

[oh hey, a game boy]

Uh-huh.

[ooh, Pokémon Silver ...]

[Wait, what's that?]
[Sorry, this cat is fascinating.]
[Demand Axel's attention in other creative ways.]
[Just leave.]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[sorry, this cat is fascinating.]

[so fascinating, in fact, he's picking the poor thing up and toddling away with it.]

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[Oslo is about to have a limit break.]

[or immediately wiggle away and shoot off towards parts unknown, apparently, while Axel has an evolution dilemma.]

Huuuh.

[Chase the cat. Get back here, you!]
[Never mind. What's a 'cyndaquil', mister?]
[Leave. Hmm, ice cream.]
[OTHER]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[OTHER]

[walks back over to Axel and tugs on his pants leg.]

I want ice cream.

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[Show a bit of charity, and get Roxas some ice cream.]

--whoaaa, I haven't had ice cream in forever.

[hey, short kid. oh well, he could use a break.]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[holds out his hand, and a portal flares into existence. it's .. not really much bigger than that cat, however.]

[crosses his arms and looks up at Axel. yes, he expects him to crawl through it.]

[vbs-girl.livejournal.com]

[pet the cat]

[say hi]
[ignore]
[warn her that it bites]

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[ignore]

[sorry, Pokémon's way more interesting than you.]

[Get Axel's attention.]
[Keep playing with the cat. It's furry. And nice.]
[Question his alcoholic ways.]
[Walk over there. Who wants to talk to this boring guy?]

[vbs-girl.livejournal.com]

[keep playing with the cat AND get his attention

What's his name?

[answer]
[lie]
[ignore]
[dance]

[gamingdesign.livejournal.com]

[no spider sense for you]

You're not Spiderman.

[What do you mean, of course I am!]
[There's a disturbance in the force!]
[Something's wrong]
[Whack]

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[What do you mean, of course I am!]

Hey, Peter Parker doesn't have shit on me.

[Yeah, right.]
[Sympathize. Nerds sure have it rough.]
[Laugh. Good joke, Axel.]
[Meanwhile, the cat ...]

[gamingdesign.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, right]

Uh-huh, of course you are. And what do your spider senses detect?

[The force is strong with this one (no I won't stop the Star Wars references)]
[Explain]
[Make joke]
[Cat attack!]