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"Not if I have any say in it," Glory huffed, "You can die as long as it's not something stupid like a heart attack from too much goddamn bacon grease." That WASN'T living life to the fullest, it was living life to the fattest.

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(You're welcome😌)

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"Well now hold on, there's Muncher, from the 2021 new one, and there's Slimer from the original. Muncher's blue and fat and has six arms. Slimer's the classic gluttonous green blob boy," Glory said, "so which one we talkin' here?" (Slimer vs Muncher) She was in fact not a total disappointment, Ghostbusters was just the last thing on her mind at the moment.

"No. You. DON'T!" She barked at him, scowling. Luckily for him, his offense wasn't bad enough to warrent being called Don or Spike, but his humming pushed him from halfway there to two thirds of the way there. (oh my god that's great xD Poor old lady probably thought she was gonna die x3)

"Well that's why FIREWORKS 'n shit were invented, so unqualified idiots could blast their fingers and faces off, and in the case of the big illegal ones, try to be the first person to exist across twenty acres simultaniously," Glory argued with a huff. "Well imagine you ain't gonna remember jack shit when you die so making life memorable is only good for the people around you to remember you buy," She countered, "besides, that's why single handed swords and hand-and-a-half swords were made." The latter were nice for the option to use it one handed or two-handed, so it could be used like a claymore or with a parrying dagger.

"I CAN and I WILL if THAT'S what you want," She huffed dramatically, "Your yapping isn't doing diddlyfuck to keep me warm and happy." Well, it was doing the latter, just not the former. Glory tended to run cold anyway, so she was cool more often than warm. "Mhm. And often my bones trying to tell me I'm old at twenty-five," She snorted.

Lucy continued on, trying to leap over a river but splashing down just before the other side in a way that made Glory think it was intentional; the dog could've EASILY cleared it, but by the looks of it, she just liked the water but didn't want to slow down too much by swimming the whole thing. The dog disappeared in a marshy thicket where the canopy grew so full and thick that Glory just barely caught glimpses of the ground below every now and again. She slowed a little, watching more closely for the dog, before spotting Lucy almost directly beneath herself in a place where the foliage thinned out a little. The dog kept on going, and Glory saw the white streak across her face as Lucy looked up breifly.