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The mischievous angel jogged by and reached out to steal the basketball as the kid acted like he was going to assault some lady with it. Cass drippled the ball a few times and then passed it back. "Lame? Really? Coming from the kid who cried at prom because he didn't look like himself?" Cassiel nodded and offered smile that clearly showed he was more embarrassed for this kid than anything.

"Hey," Clark called out to the half angel, half demon. "Leave the kid alone. He probably has no idea what he's even doing. And judging by the looks of it, neither do you."

He gave the lapel of his blazer a firm tug, following it up with a quick adjustment of his slightly askew glasses before continuing in a chastising manner, "Let's all just reconsider who we are as adults and act as such."

"Ugh," he slouched some in defeat. "Man, I'm bad at this."

"Clark Kent? What... your dad was a candy bar and your mom a pack of cigarettes?"

"Sooooo, you got any other personality traits besides 'likes boys,' 'likes parties,' and 'ready to bang?'" Cee snorts, shaking their head and tidying up the sideswept curtain of hair obstructing their eye. "God, it feels like you belong in a 50 Shades of Grey fanfiction. Like... a bad one. A bad fanfiction of a book that was originally a bad fanfiction of another book that wasn't all that great to begin with."

"Hey 'Cee', don't be a 'Dee' Bag. That's my ex-sister-in-law you're insulting.
Too late for that though I suppose. You can add that name to your list of nicknames.
And since you brought up bad fanfic; it appears you just walked out of some fanfic with multi-layered tropes that was originally stolen off of FF-Net."

"Nothing worse than a meatbag with dad jokes. Close your mouth. You're letting the flies out"

"Now we know what happens ta all tha old parts from destroyed robots. They get recycled ta make loud mouthed Gobots! But that's kinda mean... I shouldn't insult Gobots like that."

"Did you run into a tagger while you were walking the street?
Or did you lose a fight with a gang of paint spray cans?"

"Ya ever play that Zelda game? When Link gets'a item he has his mouth open. A lot like you, dollface. But there's a difference. He's just surprised. You're actively waitin' on somethin' ta pop in ya mouth. That's nasty. Ya nasty."

“What? You again? Your appearance is enough of an insult to yourself so I’ll leave it at that this time.”












⬇️ “That is the visual you have in your head? Really? Only in your dreams dude.”

"Oh, please. What would you know about appearances, when you spend all your time on your knees?"

You have less personality than a factory reset Bender unit

At least they can bend girders, the heaviest thing you can do is push stacks of hard copy

Harley burst out in laughter and offered a fist bump to Tieria.

"Ahhh... I guess it's only fair if I insult ya."

She would look for something to use as an insult then shrug. Harley pointed down to Tieria's shoes.

"Ahem... WHAT ARE THOOOOOSSEEEEEEE?"

She asked a very outdated, and over memed question.

“That is funny, too good to go unnoticed by the Quizno paint factory. I’ll say it’s about the paint factory above me.”
















⬇️ “And look, it’s Drifty again.” 🥱 😆

Willow facepalmed and shook her head.

"Are you 18 or 8? Your insults are bland af. They're like when most white people cook. No seasoning. Git gud, scrub!"

"I'd suggest that level of blandness came from a lack of oxygen to the brain...probably while doing her daily activity on her knees. Typical signs of brain damage..."

Tieria pushed his glasses up, raising a brow.

"Insulting you isn't really worth the time, Miss, though I guess that insult to her was tame, if not boring at best."

"Wow, typical bully. Actually, a bully hanger-on trying to impress the other two bullies. You, red eye, surely realize you are the least of the gang of three."

Nina shakes her head as she chuckles sadly at the loser.

"C'mon Ms Díaz, let's go get milkshakes."

"What a surprise. Another one. Go drink from whatever guy loans you a straw today. These streets are dirty enough without y'all. Go on. Shoo."

"C'mon Nina, you're better than this. But I guess you have to get down in the mud sometimes, eh?"

"Wow, this place has gotten really chaotic," Clark states, pushing his spectacles up the bridge of his nose more out of nervousness than necessity. "But you know what, I'll help tame it somewhat -- maybe you should consider smoking a bit less and focusing more on earning those scholarships, my guy."