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[Haveners who have been on Earth and inclined to trawl its internet may've come across the viral video of a cat going 'no no no no no...' This video isn't that video, but it sounds sort of similar.]

This is cruel and unusual punishment! I demand to-- to speak to a lawyer or-- or a youth representative! Put me down!

[Sam's calm amidst all these objections, carrying her housemate in both arms, like a bundle of branches. Twiggy thing that he is, it isn't unduly difficult; she's got his sleeves twisted tight in one fist and his pantlegs caught in the other to keep him from flailing as she limps through the apartment. Moving with definite purpose, she reaches what has to be Hiro's room and enters, pausing to prod at what's probably the bed (covered as it is in laundry) with one foot. Satisfied that the clothes aren't hiding anything hard, Sam steps back---once, twice, thrice---and then throws the teen onto the mound-topped mattress.]

Ow! [Yeah, he's overexaggerating, but still, this is very unfair, considering his crime was something so mild. Sam wasn't even going to USE all those ingredients in whatever delicious thing she was baking, right?]

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And hungrier. And more upside-down and traumatized....ier.

How can you be hungrier? You've had whole fistfuls of dough, and pepperoni, and cheese.

[A pause.]

I'm hungry...for justice.

Are you sure that's what you want?

[Be warned, kiddo: that sounds like Sam planning to dispense some justice very soon.]

Edited 2016-05-20 07:13 (UTC)

....well. I was. [The door is getting a very suspicious look.] But only because I figured justice meant...pepperoni.

Nah, justice means the next time you steal a part of this meal still in preparation, I noogie you until you feel remorse.

[The short length of Hiro's pause suggests that he's not actually thought about this at all.] That's a problem for future me.

[Okay.]

[Alright.]

[It is time to make A Bad Decision. And so, Sam steps away from the door and begins walking back to the kitchenette, calling over a shoulder,]

Come on, then, if you think you won't be sorry.

[Hiro pauses for about three and a half seconds, then sloooowly pushes the door open.]

...is this a trap?

Yes.

...are you saying it's a trap to make me think it isn't a trap so I'll walk into the trap?

Maybe!

[At this point, she'll say whatever might keep Hiro busy conversing so that the pizza monkey bread she means to make can bake before any more monkey business goes down.]

...are you diverting me? [Yeah, he's hurrying into the kitchen now and making a face at Sam.] You totally were! Classic supervillain tactic!

Maybe. Probably. Yeah. [Of course, as Hiro comes around the corner he'll see one (1) entirely unrepentant skin-witch brandishing a spatula even as she continues to shove handfuls of dough, meat, and cheese into a bundt pan.] What about it, bud? You gonna make this into some big thing?

[Hiro can admit when he's beaten, holding up both hands in surrender and sloooowly backing towards the fridge.] No big thing, no trouble, chill.

[See look, he's just gonna grab the olive jar and eat all of THOSE instead. Compromise~]

You're gonna ruin your supper. And, and, and...! You should save some for me.

Don't be an ass.

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