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Tim, sprinting into Jason’s room, sticking in all directions, looking around with wide eyes.
Jason, on his bed reading a book: What the fuck are you doing?
Tim, quickly looking behind him and back at Jason’s bed: If he asks I’m not here.
Jason: What?
Tim, sprinting so fast he trips back and slides under semi under Jason’s bed. He doesn’t quite make it all the way through, instead having to awkwardly shuffle under: I’m. Not. Here.
Jason: What the fuck.
Dick, dressed in a suit but with a long worm-on-a-string around his neck: WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?
Jason, immediately pointing under the bed.
Dick, grabs something and yanking it out: FUCKER. WHERE ARE MY TIES.
Tim, already struggling: YOU GAVE ME PEPSI. I ASKED FOR COKE.
Dick: I HAVE A MEETING TODAY.
Tim: SHOULDVE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT SOONER BITCH.
Jason, turns another page.