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Harrison shuffled out his wallet and handed it casually towards Gnat. "My info's in there." He kept rapt attention on Rep.

"Nah I mean like, I'll be a lord of the universe? Right alongside you?"

Everything about him was pending on the answer. Until Rep said the last part. Harrison looked fiercely determined.

"Even if I'm not. If getting married's what will get your legs back, we gotta do it right now."

Roar was finally dropped as Jerry slowly turned to stare at Rep. It was as though the world suddenly shifted, all focusing in on the ginger man as the center of said vortex. It all belonged to him. The master, possessor, ruler of the universe, he who owned the air they breathed and atoms that made up their constitution.

What did one say when faced with God?

His weapon vanished. He opened his mouth, let out a squeak, and promptly dropped to his knees, averting his eyes.

Finally waking up, Robert started to disentangle himself from his invisible teddy bear, just in time to realize he was under a table and not, as previously thought, cuddling with Petra.

"The ******** is this?"

He pulled himself out, and stared at his missing lower half.

"The ******** is that?!"

He glared up at Clerise, and then realized everyone was around, as well.. freaking out about all sorts of things. So really, his lower half missing wasn't the worst thing going on, at the moment. Still, he knew the culprit was Clerise, with her sneaky little grin. So he shifted over, without getting up, because his legs were gone as far as he knew, and pointed at the coffee.

"THE ******** IS THAT THING IN PARTICULAR?"

Blearily shuffling through the area in PJs and pink kitty slippers, Clarice rubs her at her eyes and makes her way to her office. Seeing Clerise, her body automatically detoured to stop behind the other woman to momentarily lean tiredly against her back, kiss the red head's cheek, and then continue on her way with sad little shuffle steps. She didn't even realize she had grabbed a cup of coffee until she'd drunk half of it.

It took several more steps to notice the other hunters or anything unusual, but she was still half asleep and no one was bleeding, so everything was probably okay, really.

Melvin was trying not to move in risk of tearing his shirt and sweater, but the amount of bullshit he was hearing around here was enough to have him frowning hard. "What a load of crap." He said, but remembered that he shouldn't be saying much at all anyways. As he went to move to the door, he noticed that the swarm now around Rep for what seemed to be BS storytime was making it rather difficult, not to mention Melvin's new musculature felt awkward.

Trying to sidewalk away, he heard another rip, this time of his sweater, and winced as he looked at a tear on the side. "Just great."

While Rep was throwing crazy ideas, Melvin was surprised to see Jerry actually listen and start beating the crap out of himself. Wondering how drunk the man was, he reached out for his wrist. "Hey! Jerry stop!"

Jerry was a man of faith. He was testing him, and he would pass.

With a wild yell, he smacked himself in the nose to get started, but Melvin's grip slowed the momentum, luckily for his nose.

Damage: 2
HP: 47/50

Mark, still under the table screamed at the full sight of Robert, and backed out of his hiding spot, bumping into a random person. He spent the next few seconds ritually clensing himself from almost being violated shooting Clerise a look. How could she be so cruel? He thought they were like, bros and stuff.

Heartbroken, he turned to move-

-And found himself face to face with two equally dejected looking ladies. Well, if there was something he had learned in his expertise it was that broken hearted ladies loved a sexy, suave man. "Ladiessss," he immediately gave them his smoulder, "this man here is single, and ripe for the picking, if you know what I mean. Once you ride the Markanator, you'll never be the same again." Eyebrow wiggle.