Uhhh. Okay. Max you are scary. Goose just kind of stared. UH.
"N... Nah, I mean, it's more that yours hurt like hell. I didn't even wanna make fun of her. Just had no clue. So... fine, I ain't in trouble, you ain't in trouble. We're equal. Got it?"
a.k.a oh god Max I'm an internal bleeding organ please don't punch me again.
This still didn't answer the Very Important Question of who was fixing Brock's wee wee. The look on Raiden's face probably said this concern very loudly as he looked back and forth awkwardly between everyone, barely mouthing an, "Uh..."
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"N... Nah, I mean, it's more that yours hurt like hell. I didn't even wanna make fun of her. Just had no clue. So... fine, I ain't in trouble, you ain't in trouble. We're equal. Got it?"
a.k.a oh god Max I'm an internal bleeding organ please don't punch me again.
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"Got it," he said, however, overlooking that little slip of the tongue.
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