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[sixextraseconds]

hello and welcome
BLUE
to the
S C H O O L
enrichment center. hello to partners. testing will begin with
BLUE
collaborative testing unit. hello and congratulations to humans that are not dead. lets all work together for science.

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[sixextraseconds]

[It's a closet, dude. There's nowhere to hide, nor does it try to. Little hello wave.]

[flamejock]

::JOCK RIPS HIS SHIRT IN HALF ALA SOME SORT OF HAIRY HULK HOGAN::

WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY MOM? TELL IT TO ME TO MY FACE.

[sixextraseconds]

[UHHHHH...? It doesn't say anything, which should be fine, since it never said nothing about this fabled "mom." It just presses its back against the fusebox and gurgles.]

[flamejock]

WHY CAN'T YOU SAY IT NOW? ARE YOU AFRAID?

::shit this guy looks livid::

[sixextraseconds]

[G...GURGLE.... TOOT.........?]

[rivalsolarbeam]

[At this point, Bulba had been on his way back to the RA quarters when S U D D E N L Y shouting. Angry Jocks and Robots in Closets. The robot he had vague knowledge about already, but angry Jocks were angry because ? ? ?]

Hey...! Hold on, is there a problem?

[flamejock]

::Jock wheeled around to see... Green's venusaur looking at him::

HE TOLD ME THAT BLUE DIDN'T LOVE ME OR TELL ME I WAS HER FAVORITE. HE SAID THAT TO ME ON THE NETWORK TWICE.

[sixextraseconds]

[Just gonna... squeeze past Jock here... out of the closet...

It looks at the green subject who lives in another door and shrugs. It's true, Blue has never done these things??????]

[rivalsolarbeam]

[Bulba is swiftly making with the sweet smelling scents to help calm Jock down. Breathe it in deeply with your heaving, angry breaths, Jock. Bulba glaced at the robot and then at Jock.]

What? Why would... [NO. Wait. Hold on.]

Was he talking about your Blue or himself?

[flamejock]

::NO, NO CALMING, ONLY FIRE-TYPE INDIGNATION::

HE WAS TALKING ABOUT BLUE. WHY WOULD HE BE TALKING ABOUT HIMSELF. I HATE HIM.

[sixextraseconds]

[This is getting dangerously close to paradox territory. Blue talks about Blue but it does not talk about itself but it is Blue but it does not... It stumbles a little while trying to ease its way to the nice green one.]

[rivalsolarbeam]

[IT IS SO SMELLY AND YOU ARE BREATHING SO MUCH OF IT, JOCK.]

Because that's his name too...?

[Bulba looked over at the robot that was inching ever closer. He hadn't commented on it, but he had seen that network post earlier.]

That's how you introduced yourself, right?

[sixextraseconds]

[Nod nod nod! It said it is called Blue that is what it has been saying! Why would there be another Blue that's just confusing!]

He's a fire type, Bulba. If you want to make him feel better, smell like grilled steaks

[flamejock]

::Jock started coughing because, whoops, this guy has a super sensitive nose::

WHY DOES IT SMELL LIKE BAD PERFUME?

::COUGH COUGH COUGH::

[rivalsolarbeam]

Because you're yelling.

[So stop yelling. At any rate, he eased up and moved a bit more in between Jock and the robot.]

Basically, this guy's name is Blue too, Jock. He probably didn't realize you were talking about your trainer, not him.

[flamejock]

What? Why didn't he say that his name was Blue, then? He was really unclear about it all! The only Blue that matters is my mom.

::the only one that matters::

[sixextraseconds]

[Nod nod, thumbs up. It's certainly not going to argue that it does not matter. Then it shrugs up at Bulba. Really though, if this Mom person doesn't want to get confused with someone so pointless she should really get a better name.]

[rivalsolarbeam]

He, uh, did. I think. Just maybe in a confusing sort of way.

Anyway, he might not matter as much to you as Blue does Jock, and that's fine, but he definitely still matters.

[flamejock]

Fine. Whatever. He's named Blue, too, and he counts. Not as much as my Blue, though. Sorry for yelling.

::Huff, huff, huff, Jock is still all grumpy::