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Carmine’s spinning is more winning. https://t.co/IIqJBztdzG
It took a moment, but the fink-rat ended up regaining his composure and scoffing.
“Oh yeah? What’s the flavor of the naughty batter, gassy bean? I can already smell all the farts you’re gonna let out like that!” https://t.co/CymgtDkYpO 
...Fawful’s first witness was not a Mushroom native.
“...what the actual f$&k!?” https://t.co/9fBssaHkWs 
>right at the wounded Neku with a cackle, coming at him with an arc of spikes ready to impale. He was coming in awfully fast, but predictably. And Neku was right near the edge of the roof...
>it about what he was gonna do!”
At risk of being counter attacked by one of those weird powers that smelled kinda like those pins, Carmine stood up in his rant and swung both of his arms down at Neku’s body, another arc of spikes following them to smash painfully against him. 
>Reaper, then it can’t work, and I ain’t letting him try!”
The punk dashed up to just about 3 times arm’s distance and skidded to his knees, swinging his bleeding arm forward-wHAT-
“ON YOUR KNEES!”
The blood flew out and solidified into spikes that would stab and unbalance! 
“...what the fuck /ARE/ you?” https://t.co/p96txpM04J
Someone certainly didn’t. How could she tell?
“BOOOOOOOO! LAAAAAAAAME!”
Because that same someone shouted loud enough for everyone in the area to hear.
“THEY’RE SO BORIIIIIIING! UUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!”
...probably an intruder? Definitely an intruder. https://t.co/L5FmCy34J4