(08-11-2022, 02:55 PM)Bobby Bourbon Said: I'm not in a monojogamous relationship with you, Charlie. Don't get jelly, just keep your head up, your chin tucked, and you'll take so many laps.

Bobby gives Charlie a thumbs up.

Let's run, my bastard in arms.

Bobby starts pumping his fists and jogging in place.

I mean, c'mon, there's a thing over there, I'll race you to it!

Bobby points off into the distance.

Nickles squints into the distance and sees the staging grounds for the first annual WGWF CRAPPIE CUP. 

By our bastard God, Bobby, you're right! We have to go make weigh-ins!

The Nickleman slaps himself in the face a half dozen times as he lets out a guttural scream, which is just his normal pre-jogging routine. Charlie looks at Bobby and nods at him.

On 3, okay?

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And just like that, the lowly Nickleman starts jogging ahead on two! Just like a bastard would.