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he's almost certainly dead by now.

good luck!

don't do anything i would do!

oh almost certainly not...

it'll probably be FINE out there, off you go.

let's make the van blairs fight.

can i sub in vinnie's boyfriend?

“oh, sure, i've thought about it. romanticized it maybe, while suspended by my ankles over a pit of bubbling acid or being cornered by knife-wielding butcherbots from the choppalot nebula. but then i remember taxes are a thing & i remember i've got it easy.

what about you?”

some tea would be lovely?

shan't.

on't you think?

doesn't he talk a lot? on & on! he'd definitely start blabbing mid-kiss & make a terrible mess whereas i, the older, more mature of the pair, know when to shut up & stop talking.

why just the other week i was saying to my friend kit- short for katherine, you know? it's sort of cutesy, in a way, d

disgusting!!

( he must mean HIS OWN mouth. )

puckering up first PUCKERING UP FIRST

the real question is on top of WHAT?

oh my giddy aunt.

ok fine we didn't get eaten by a bird.

whoosh!

oh, i hope we don't get eaten by a bird...

( she thought she was small before! )

wow! let's go find an ENORMOUS sandwich— oh, um, the lab? right.

OOOOH yes please!

( boldly grabbing. )

i haven't been shrunken for ages. let's go!

well not on me!

then we'll just have to build one. first, we need a lab...

but i'm impatient! surely you have some sort of to-the-lab teleport?

well what are you waiting for? let's go!

the big apple! though i suppose to you any apple is a big apple—

( laughing a little too much at her own joke there. )

i take it you have a laboratory somewhere around here?

wow! i'd love to take a look at these pym particles some time?

how small can you go before exploding?

yes, yes, i can tell...