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[oh, please, like he's gonna listen to a nerd like silver. let him just leaaaan forward on this chair the hell you doin' in his house hero boy.]

And miss a good morning workout? No way. How's it goin' nerd? [also whatchu wearin. that ain't your usual red coat. nerd.] And what the hell're you doin' in my office, anyway? No heroes allowed. You know the deal.

[...Excuse you.] This is my office. This is my TV.

[And without looking at looking at Gold, he casually jabs his thumb in the direction of the door.] And that's the way out. Get to know it. [Or at least just like sit down and stop talking come on this is a really cool action part-]

[how about he just

you know

uses his distinctly red cuestick to turn off the television. pop! scoff.]

You're the one who's leavin'. You don't have a flat screen back home? And on top of bein' poor, you're delusional. Get outta here before I escort you myself, nerd.

[He's got this. He turns on the TV in his desk before Gold turns the TV off; he only misses about a second.

It sucks, but it's the most he can do.] You're pushing your luck.

[sooooo whatever.

it's his desk he'll just like, lay on it.]

Edited (this is better anyway) 2013-11-13 03:50 (UTC)

[Shove. Get off.]

What part of "I'm watching cartoons in my office" did you not understand?

[rolls off! and onto feet. he's smooth.

alright, he's done playing. whatever silver's doing here can't be any good - for them anyway - so it's time to take out the trash. even at ten and tiny he sounds kind of threatening, that casual kind of "get the hell out or else" that might be familiar to silver anyway.]

And I told you it's my office. Well, might as well be Crys's, but that ain't the point here. Last chance to get outta that chair.

[...It's a commercial. Silver finally stops to look up at Gold.

And he stares at him for a good while. What kind of joke is this? Red goggles? Red cuestick? He even shrunk.

Right.] You barge into my office, impersonate Gold, and try to make start making threats like you own the place?

...I guess you've got guts. I'll give you that. What do you want, half-pint?

[half-pint? like you're a full tub yourself--

... he does look bigger though, even sitting down. whatever.]

I ain't impersonating anyone, the name's Gold and I'm the owner of this room, this building, and the chair you're gettin' your hero stink on. Guess you're pretty stupid for a nerd. If anything, your disguise's a real piece of work.

[he snorts, and taps silver's mantle with this cuestick. look at that. it's so stupid, but so him. frickin nerd.]

That's where you're wrong. Gold's a grade A hero boy. Allergic to anything and everything bad. Total moron.

Do you even know who you're talking to?

[HAHAHA look he's laying on the desk cracking up.

him?

a grade a hero boy?

no way. well, not the way nerd boy here is. everyone's a hero in their own story or somethin like that.]

I'm only talkin' to the biggest nerd in the history of nerds! Silver from Viridian, or whatever, you wanna be a thorn in our sides but you're more like a crack in the pavement. Not too bad but I still like steppin' on you.

[whew, man. that'd really been a good laugh, seriously, but you really do gotta scram. prod prod prod with cuestick.]

Now, what's that about me bein' a hero boy? Tell me more, he sounds pretty interesting.

You've said that a million times. Must not have a great vocabulary.

[But he grabs onto the cuestick prodding him. Stop that.]

You've got that right. Silver of Viridian City. The boss of Team Rocket.

[The heir, technically. His dad's still around and he's still growing up, but enough people call him boss that he doesn't care.

He yanks on Gold's cuestick harshly so he can stumble forward. He waits until he's close before continuing.]

Now get out of here before Rhydon makes you a smear on my wall.

[he's got a great vocabulary-- he just doesn't wanna waste it on silver!

that's what his reply would've been if he hadn't been pulled forward like that. sheesh, harsh. no fear though. total confidence.]

Mom's boss - both of 'em - and you're nothing. I ain't gotta prove nothing to you, 'course, and I'm still not leavin'. [he's a brat for a reason.] You being part of Team Rocket's gotta be the best and worst thing I've ever heard though! I mean, I ain't got a reason to fight you anymore, but I guess Crys'll be happy about that... Man, that sucks. I was hopin' to pick some more at you.

[both to tick her off and to get his own kicks.]

[Listen here you little shit-

Wait.

Commercials are over.]

Sit down. We'll continue this in six and a half minutes.

[sure.

he'll sit on the edge of his desk to watch.

robots. yeah, definitely still the nerd he knows. snicker snicker.]

[Yeah whatever just don't get in the way of the screen okay

Yesss yes this episode is so good lead them into victory Typhlosion--]

[typhlosion huh.

more like black screen.

boop?? more like bAM hell yeah.

aibo's pretty good at destroying big flat screen tvs and gold's good at cracking desk screens--]

[Did you just-

oh hell no get over here he is shoving you down and freaking sitting on you

Weavile is crawling out from under his cape to do the same thing to Aibo

screw you, kid, you broke my damn TVs you know how long it's gonna take to get him those TVs back--]

[-- whoa aibo is not gonna take this from some weird looking sneasel nope.jpg.]

Hey! What's the big idea, huh? You're heavier than Crys! And that's sayin' something! I thought you were sittin' on some books or something like that, but you've got them in your dumb disguise too!

[gold has been reduced to this, yeah. also trying to hit silver with his cuestick.]

[You're not my sort of buddy you wanna fight punk]

What disguise?

[not really i'm okay with bouncin around the room what's with the weird headdress and who you callin buddy]

What you're wearing! Man, you're dumb. Do you seriously think you're gonna fool me with your whole "I'm in the Rockets" deal? No way, man, I'm smarter than that.

Of course I'm in Team Rocket. Why wouldn't I-

[The door flies open.

"Boss Jr! I brought you-"

The grunt pauses upon the sight of Gold and the scene in the room. "Oh, are you busy? I can-"]

It's fine. What's that smell?

Is that pasta? Oh, dude, nah come in we ain't busy at all. Just hangin' out.

[paaasta give it here.

like he likes his spicy and all but this'll be cool too.]

[...Pasta...]

...Whatever it is, you're forgiven. [Now give me that pasta.

"Oh, no! I wasn't late this time, Boss Jr! I just wanted to share this with you."

Yes thank you give it here

he is going to eat this pasta immediately without a second thought

you get none gold ripoff]

[what.

oh heck no c'mon give him some!!!

aibo--

oh aibo is caught well darn.]

They do this for you? Lucky. I'm out pretty much all the time or stuck to Crys's hip, so I ain't got the time to accept any presents. I'm huuuuungry.

[yeah, he's whining.

huuuungry.]