Gil, honey, I don't think ANY of us can compete with Vergil-levels of pretension. That's like. 19th-century royalty levels. No one alive has a chance.
...Okay that IS true and I would pitch a whole-ass fit if you made my hard work look tacky. Like there would be actual for real tears and everything.
[It's a SHOCKER, honestly!]
You can work through it, I've got faith in you.
You are SUPER correct. But no, please no hoof stepping. It'd make my life soooooo much easier. We can ttoes still use the Vogue. It's already decorated and it's got Vergil's little hiding spot all there already.
Also no windows that open big enough for him to climb out of.
I mean, I probably could, but it'd involve expensive watches or obnoxiously overpriced cars and I still haven't committed to buying a Tesla. On one hand, I have a collection of luxury cars.
On the other hand, it's a piece of shit.
Far be it from me to be the man that made Zulius cry. I'd like to not be thrown into the ocean for the cetaceans by an angry mob anytime soon.
We can put something together by our powers combined--'casual cocktail' or whatever people who can't afford a suit fitted to their measurements call it; something midday so it doesn't cut into your key hours of business, but still gives us plenty of time to ply the twins with cake and presents.
And we can see if we can make Vergil figure out how a waltz works with six legs.
Oh sweetie, please don't buy a Tesla. If you end up that far gone, there won't be any saving you. Not even if you do it ironically.
You are a WISE man! There would so be a mob and that would put a whole crimp in your day- you know, if you got thrown into the ocean.
[ PLus the Orcas would eat him!! ]
Yaaaaaas. Gil we can make something AMAZING. The twins won't know what HIT them. Sounds PERFECT. I am so down for this.
I'm a professional dancer, Babe, I can get the dancing part down pat to help him figure it. It's just GETTING him on the dance floor that the tricky part.
On one hand, I have a desire to acquire all things simply to fill out my catalog.
On the other hand, I like the things to have some use, aesthetic, or novelty. I could buy one of those singing fish wall monstrosities and my money would be better spent.
[ they would feast and then you'd have magically enhanced Orcas. ]
I have an idea--a trick Sam taught me in our college days.
Smash and grab.
I can lift him, therefore, the grab, and I'll deliver him to you before his brain recovers enough to resist.
Oh my goose you are SO right. You could get one of the KNOCK-OFF ones and it'd still be better than a pixilated van you can't even let out in the rain. Love yourself more, Gilgamesh!!!
[ They will be unstoppable.
Okay, and this is interesting. As much as he's trying to be patient and good with Vergil and his six thousand hangups, sometimes the guy really does just need to be yote into something or he'll never do it. ]
I'm listening. I am LISTENING. We can totes work with this. Sam is a smart cookie, to be SURE. I think that's probs the only way I'm gonna get that lanky idiot (affectionate) on the dancefloor anytime soon.
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...Okay that IS true and I would pitch a whole-ass fit if you made my hard work look tacky. Like there would be actual for real tears and everything.
[It's a SHOCKER, honestly!]
You can work through it, I've got faith in you.
You are SUPER correct. But no, please no hoof stepping. It'd make my life soooooo much easier. We can ttoes still use the Vogue. It's already decorated and it's got Vergil's little hiding spot all there already.
Also no windows that open big enough for him to climb out of.
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On the other hand, it's a piece of shit.
Far be it from me to be the man that made Zulius cry. I'd like to not be thrown into the ocean for the cetaceans by an angry mob anytime soon.
We can put something together by our powers combined--'casual cocktail' or whatever people who can't afford a suit fitted to their measurements call it; something midday so it doesn't cut into your key hours of business, but still gives us plenty of time to ply the twins with cake and presents.
And we can see if we can make Vergil figure out how a waltz works with six legs.
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You are a WISE man! There would so be a mob and that would put a whole crimp in your day- you know, if you got thrown into the ocean.
[ PLus the Orcas would eat him!! ]
Yaaaaaas. Gil we can make something AMAZING. The twins won't know what HIT them. Sounds PERFECT. I am so down for this.
I'm a professional dancer, Babe, I can get the dancing part down pat to help him figure it. It's just GETTING him on the dance floor that the tricky part.
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On the other hand, I like the things to have some use, aesthetic, or novelty. I could buy one of those singing fish wall monstrosities and my money would be better spent.
[ they would feast and then you'd have magically enhanced Orcas. ]
I have an idea--a trick Sam taught me in our college days.
Smash and grab.
I can lift him, therefore, the grab, and I'll deliver him to you before his brain recovers enough to resist.
You come in with the smash at that point~
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[ They will be unstoppable.
Okay, and this is interesting. As much as he's trying to be patient and good with Vergil and his six thousand hangups, sometimes the guy really does just need to be yote into something or he'll never do it. ]
I'm listening. I am LISTENING. We can totes work with this. Sam is a smart cookie, to be SURE. I think that's probs the only way I'm gonna get that lanky idiot (affectionate) on the dancefloor anytime soon.
Let's DO it!