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None of these missions seem interesting....I was gonna do the arcade one, but that's a waste of joypoints, and I'm not good at sports. I'm not hurting anyone either...

Maybe next week's missions will be easier?

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I don't think so... But don't worry! You can have my joypoints!

[Even though he's in the negatives, but that's alright. He can fix that up by gaining more of Rhyme's trust and use her to get ahead by taking her points]

Edited 2012-08-18 21:51 (UTC)

But...I don't want them. They're yours. As nice as the thought is, you need them too.

I'll be fine, don't worry. Besides, if you're not willing to take the risk, then why bother? Isn't happiness important to you?

It's really important to me, but it's not good to steal. I want to win fairly. You earned those points, and I earned mine.

I will take risks, but I want to be rational about it.

You're not stealing if someone's offering their points to you, but suit yourself. Just know that to win fairly you have to hurt someone. That's how the game works.

That's not winning fairly...But...I'll take your points if you can figure out something I can do for you. Fair trade.

Be there for me when I call for you and I'll give you my points.

....How many? That's a lot to ask.

One, and nothing more than that. I'll give you 100 points in exchange. Deal?

....Deal.

[Jackpot.]

I promise you, you won't regret it.

I trust you.

Just let me know when you need the points and I'll give them to you.

Why can't I have them now?

Didn't know you want them so soon. Can we meet somewhere so I can give them to you?

Like...the park?

Yeah! I'll meet you at the swingset, okay?

Okay! [And later, she arrives, looking around.]

Hey, Marx?

[Marx was swinging on the swingset when he noticed Rhyme calling for him.]

Rhyme! Over here!

[And she sits on the swing.]

So...um...how does this work?

Simple! You just stay there...

[He stopped his swinging, only to get off the swing and to plant his feet back on the ground. He then walked behind Rhyme and with his hands, attempted to knock her off the swing with a mighty push to her back.]

[And she falls off, causing her to scrape her knee, and she looks back at him when she gets up.]

Hey, what was that for?

[Marx was too busy congratulating himself to answer her question]

Ha ha ha, I did it! My little plan worked!

[Though his victory was small, it was a victory nonetheless]

You know what? I'm leaving. Bye.

See you later, frrriiieeennnddd! Ha ha ha ha ha!

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