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Jaune: Aw! Pyrrha! I'm happy I'm with you too! It's great we're friends!

Pyrrha: ... Yep!

Pyrrha: I'm sorry, but could we circle back to our earlier conversation?

Next up someone is going to claim that the Narnia series isn't kids books.

Blake: (Author) I said, "draw Ms. Blake with MORE sex appeal!" You call THIS sexy?!

Jaune: (Artist) Oh, what the hell do YOU know about sex appeal?!

Blake: Excuse me?

Jaune: You think just because a girl shows a little cleavage, that's enough to be considered "sexy"? You're clearly the amateur here, especially since you're obviously basing this character on you!

Jaune: Your stare is empty and piercing! You have eye bags under your eye bags! And your lip gloss doesn't work if you're always scowling!

Blake: (Winces)

Jaune: Hmph! Face it; you don't know sex appeal.

Blake: ...I'll pretend you didn't say that. Now make the changes I asked for and-

Jaune: NO.

Blake: ...Fine. PLEASE fix your mistake-

Jaune: NO.

Blake: Oh, so you're going to disobey your boss?!

Jaune: Only when she's trying to bait low-brow perverts! Ms. Black would never stoop that low!

Blake: FINE! If you won't do what I say, then enjoy reading a spicy erotica about YOU getting gangbanged by five ALPHA Beowolves!

Jaune: AHAHAHA! Be careful~! I can draw you PREGNANT, you know!

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1 HOUR LATER...

Jaune: (Reading spice)

Blake: (Looking at her preg-pic)

Jaune/Blake: (Thinking) She/He actually wrote/drew...

All right, kid, here’s the deal. At any given time there are around 1500 aliens on the planet most of them right here in Manhattan. And most of them are decent enough. They’re just trying to make a living.