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I won't lie, that moon steering mini-game was super tricky, so it was super cathartic to finally get this cutscene.
so, the notes for the new tpot team with the music notes are "b" "a" "g" "g" "e" and "d", so can we as a fandom agree to call this new team "bagged"?
Team Two
Suicide Squad - Incorrect Quotes #14
Rick: Nanaue was banned from the local restaurant, so we had to get food from out of town.
Nanaue: Shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it.
Cleo: Nanaue, you ate a chair.

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discussed starter for @harkcr
she is a wave of ocean deep satin, crossed legged and cruel; an indigo ink stain blotted to the bright burgundy of the room. she reclines, one made to be waited on, an elfen foot tediously tapping the air. she is all but doll with these shivery blond curls and striking sapphire eyes. but the machinery in them whirls, burning - a constant wheel of match and magnesium phosphorus sparked, in snapping, crackling synapses. she is flesh and stretchy sinew merged with nail and screw. the mind is electrodes and human matter. the heart - a hollowed hunk of metal. a more perfect product could not have been made by man alone. only the exalted god of science had had final say in her creation. she does not remember the surgery - only the wet schlick of the knife - and a cratered c o l d crafted into her chest. undertook all before the tender age of twelve. now full grown, routine checks and physicals of added adaptive skin spawned from her own once human cells, she lingers when summoned (if only to set others ill at ease and often for her own sport). a sigh, homespun from between architecturally aesthetic cupid’s bow lips and sullen but chiseled cherubic cheeks. “it would seem our would-be employer is choosing to be fashionably late over unpromisingly prompt. an excellent practice, though, half an hour is the limit one should ever allow such a luxury. even excess has it’s limits.” and with only two recruits in attendance it is an expenditure in efficiency that even time does not have time for. revolutionary eyed reactors rake his frame, glean information and pair it to the daily subscriptions she is assigned. his name, shared or otherwise, has been the talk of the ton and spread hourly by printing press. “didn’t make the first cut either, did you?” gears grind close to a purr from the distressingly pale throat. “though it seems strange to separate so close a couple simply for the sake of saving the world...”
Team 2 and 3 suck