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"Six thick thistle sticks. Six thix- Argh!" Breakdown clenched his fists then deliberately loosened them. "Six," he began slowly. "Six thick thistle sticks. Six thick thixles- Grr!"
Dead End edged away from his brother. "I don't know you."
"It's a tongue twister, Deadster." Wildrider leaned over the back of their ratty couch-bench-thing that they'd absconded with from Shockwave's office several years earlier. It had been in impeccable condition when they took it, but years of abuse made it a rather sad piece of furniture now.
"Six thick thistle stick-" Breakdown's hands tightened reflexively on his knees. "Six. Thick. Thistle. Sticks. Six. Thick. Thixl-"
"I know what it is. I just don't see why he's wasting his time on something so frivolous."
"Because I want to," Breakdown muttered. "Six thick thistle sticks. Six thick thistles stick. HAH!"
Wildrider's optics flashed a blink. "Neat. Can you do it again?"
"Six thick thixles- AGH! WILDRIDER!"
End