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-Mecurunee und Cheese-a

-Hut Dugs

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It might also be something that's been bothering Anders for a while. "Does that ever really get to you?" he asked abruptly. "One of the new kids picked me up off the floor with one hand last week, Lords know Pippi and Molly could toss me around like a rubber ball . . . I thought I was in pretty good shape, but man."

"I spent a year learning how to fight and move my body to the absolute best of my ability. I could probably take or escape anyone of average human strength. Or even a bit above average. But I still get my butt kicked by almost everyone around here."

"You've got a head start on me at least," Anders offered. "It's still weird, though."

"Seriously."

"And now I wonder if the kids with powers read superhero comics because they identify with them better . . . and if they end up yelling at the comics that they're getting it all wrong."

"That's why I watch AKA these days. It's fun to yell at Perth for being dumb."

Anders snickered. "That's why I watch baseball, myself."

Nadia nodded. "I've never actually tried watching baseball. I can't imagine it being as much fun as football."

"Now you sound like Conner," Anders said, amused. "It's not everyone's game. Sometimes it . . . grows on you."

"Now, see, if they played it with a fake leg. . . ."

"Well, everything's better played with a fake leg."

"Isn't that the truth,"

"Why isn't there a Fake-Leg Olympics?"

"Because the people running the olympics aren't as smart as we are."

"That," Anders said with a melodramatic sigh, "is a damned shame."

"Yes. Yes it is."

"Because seriously, a good joust with fake legs? Instant ratings."

"We should set one up. For Fandom."

"We should. Where are we going to get that many fake legs, though?"

"We could bribe Al to make them."

"Good idea. What kind of bribe do you think it'll take?"

Nadia thought for a moment. "Pie. Or other baked goods."

Anders snapped his fingers. "I can do baked goods. Hell, I'll bake cupcakes for an entire frakking day if it works. If not, well, they like me down at Jeff's."

"Perfect. We'll have a prosthetic limb team in no time."

"Best. Team sport. Ever."

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