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Sword sighs, cleaning one of the many bites on Rocket's neck. "What do you even see in that Coil guy, anyways?"
Rocket huffs, launching into a tirade. "What don't I see in that shithead Playground bitch?! He's loud as fuck, he's a rude ass prick-"
"And you aren't?" Sword raises his eyebrows.
Barely acknowledging Sword's comment, Rocket continues, "That stupid fucking sack of shit is so swordsdamn fucking annoying! It's like he's made it his entire fucking life's fucking mission to piss me off in particular! That little asshole is the bane of my fucking existence, I want him dead in the fucking ground so I can dance on his fucking grave! I wanna kick his stupid fucking teeth out of his stupid fucking bastard mouth so he can never say another godsdamn bitch word!"
Sword just hums, continuing to bandage Rocket up. "Sounds a lot more like you want to kill him more than kiss him."
"Because I do, Sword! Why would I wanna kiss that idiotic, maggots-for-brains, Playgrounder cunt?! He'd probably give me fucking rabies! I wanna bash his stupid fucking bastard skull in with a fucking rock!"
Sword's eyebrows climb higher. "Didn't you two just have se-"
Rocket's face goes bright blue. "SHUT UP!"