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Pancake. I've been thinking about this for a few days.... Why do I want to bring SM-33 and Omega together? Purely two adult team members who flirt with each other, first sarcastically (it's clear from whom Omega has this trait), then because they understood that nothing would work out for them, but it became their thing, a kind of friendly joke, which eventually led to the fact that they really got together.
Hunter: *On Pabu* "We're getting a call from Omega!"
Omega: *Holding KB and Neel while Fern has climbed onto her back and Wim is hugging her leg* "Hi everyone!"
The Bad Batch: "..."
Omega: "Do you know where At Attin is?"
SM-33: "Can't say I've heard of-"
The Bad Batch: We are grandfathers!!!!
Hunter: *On Pabu* "We're getting a call from Omega!"
Omega: *Holding KB and Neel while Fern has climbed onto her back and Wim is hugging her leg* "Hi everyone!"
The Bad Batch: "..."
Omega: "Do you know where At Attin is?"
SM-33: "Can't say I've heard of-"
tech: what happened to your homework??
omega: well…
tech: if you say that batcher ate it i will ground you
omega: it might sound crazy what i’m about to say…
crosshair: i need a hand with-
echo: *trying not to laugh*
crosshair: if you say what i think-
echo: you can borrow mine
crosshair: …
echo: …
crosshair: *sighs* i hate you
echo telling dad jokes >>
tech: *saying a random fact*
echo: *holding in laugh* TECHnically-
everyone: *face palms*
echo: CMON THAT ONE WAS GOOD
the batch: *playing hide & seek*
omega: …3,2,1 okay here I- wrecker??
wrecker: *standing behind a tree silently*
crosshair: *sighs* she can see you
wrecker: NO SHE CANT
Hunter: We'll talk about this later. Crosshair: Fine, I won’t be listening.
Echo: But seriously, what is the real plan here that has to do with not kriffing around? Hunter: There is no plan that does not involve kriffing around. But we will make sure all of our kriffing around will be applied in a constructive direction.
Wrecker: I just heard Crosshair call Batcher a “kriffing liar” because she barked like someone was at the door and no one was there.
Crosshair: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT! Tech: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone. Crosshair: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch? Tech: Somehow that's worse.
Tech: Phee and I are no longer friends. Phee: TECH THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!
Echo: What's worse than a heartbreak? Tech: Waking up in the morning and your datapad wasn't charging. Wrecker: Waking up in the morning. Hunter: Waking up. Crosshair: Waking up in the morning... Crosshair: And seeing Omega. Omega: Hey! Rude!!
Echo: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait. Riyo Chuchi: You and me!! Echo, tearing up: Okay.
Hunter, struggling to keep upright in his 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me Crosshair, pointing at him and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.
Echo: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch. Crosshair: What changed your mind? Echo: Oh, now I know that you’re a fake bitch. Why do you ask?
Tech: WHAT'S YOUR TYPE Phee: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially Tech, desperately, as Phee bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE Phee: Oh! B positive. Tech: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE Phee:
Echo: Want to hear a hard riddle?
Hunter: Sure.
Echo: A rooster laid an egg on a roof. Which way did it roll?
Hunter: ...down?
Echo: N-
Crosshair: Who cares about which way it rolled, it would be scrambled eggs by then.
Echo:
Echo: No, it's that roosters don't lay eggs...
Omega: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life.
Crosshair: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back...
Tech: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.
Hunter: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years.
Wrecker: I knew I lost that potential somewhere.
Echo: Mental stability, my old friend! Omega: Could you guys just lighten up a little?
Crosshair: Bro, why don’t you ask me if I give a fuck?
Wrecker: Do you give a fuck?
Crosshair: Of course. We’re brothers.
Tech: If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If is bites you and you die, it's venomous. Crosshair: What if it bites me and it dies?! Echo: Then your poisonous. Jesus Christ, Crosshair, learn to listen.
Wrecker: What if it bites itself and I die?
Hunter: That’s voodoo.
Omega: What if it bites me and someone else dies?
Hunter: That’s correlation, not causation.
Crosshair: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?
Echo: That’s kinky.
Tech: Oh my God.