#SHE'S LIKE 5'1 AND SKEETER IS A GIANT JKSLDFJKD

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"It's not a goddamn doll!" she snapped. "It's a one-sixtieth scale of an RX-78-2..." Jolene quickly realized that her over-explanation wasn't helping her case. Eyelids fluttering shut, she took a deep breath. "Okay, you know what?" she said. "Fuck you."

Jolene stormed down the street. Deep down, she knew it was unlikely she could shake him off. Skete was a walking beanpole, and she barely scraped past the height limit to ride most rollercoasters. "Maybe her soul ran away from you," she called, over her shoulder. "Because you're god's perfect idiot, aren't ya?"

"not selling anything," skeeter's rat-like voice enters the fray, hands in pockets, baggy jorts that match the purple bags under his eyes. he's been crying, obviously. "and i'm in no clubs - " that he was aware of, aside from the owning a dead girlfriend club. first his mom, now gabs, what was he supposed to do? just hang out with his dad for the rest of his life? ( he'd get tired of sharing his weed the the old man, honestly )

"you're not busy, you're just going to go home and play with your dolls, and i need you jo." he would be as annoying as he could. "i know it's been awhile, but I don't like any other scavengers and it's part of your job to look for things anyway."

he sweetens the deal, "i'm sure giovanni ryu would offer a reward for finding his granddaughter's soul." there's a whimper, somewhere in there- a soft sob for gabs worldly departure.