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    “F#ck you.”

    “What did I do?”

    “You pushed the freakin button!”

    “How was I suppose to know that this was going to happen?”

    “I told you not to push it!”  His arms were crossed and his face was that of utter loathing which like everything else looked completely ridiculous while slowly rotating upside down.

    “Why should I have trusted you?”  The other said with both bewilderment and annoyance towards the entire situation.

    “Why shouldn’t you?”  By this point he was completely upside down and was now turning back upwards, his hair peeling off the left side of his head to flap in the wind and his long brown jacket following suite.

    “You're my enemy, and like what 12?”  His similarly long purple jacket was also flapping upwards frantically.

    “Alright one I’m 14, two I’m taller than you and could kick your @ss so my age is irrelevant, three what makes you think that we’re enemies, and four how would that be relevant either?”

    “One f#ck you, two f#ck you, three I do believe you said something about performing a colonoscopy with your boot, and four the definition of enemies is that they’re untrustworthy.”

    “Give me one example of a time when someone pressed a button that someone else told them not to and it turned out well for anyone.”

    “Well it’s not like that kind of situation happens often.”

    “Then obviously you haven’t been here that long because that kind of thing happens like once a month.  Hey did you here?  Some stupid researcher from New Salus pushed a button in some ruin.  Activated a sand snake that killed here and the rest of the crew.  Greg told her not to but no, that dumb@ss had to push it.  Or as you would hear it in one of the outposts.  A team of researchers were killed last week it is assumed that bandits are responsible for their deaths, that brings the bandit death toll to 27 this month.  In other news on the 12 some fat politician an ocean away is going to be elected to sit with his thumb up his @ss and talk about how we need to bring civilization to Rodina.  Remember stay within the safety of the outpost walls and you might last 10 seconds longer against the giant robots I mean bandits that scour the Wasteland.  Have a nice day.”

    “You know there is this thing called not being a d*ck.”

    “Hey f#ck yo-” He stopped slowly rotating angrily in time to avoid a laser beam blaring down from above.

“And then there’s this @sshole!”  He said referring to the large robot dragon made out of the same brown stone the runic walls were made out of.  It was descending upon them quickly, it’s mouth charging up for another laser.  “This is all your fault.”

“Well maybe they should have put a warning label on the f#cking button!  And besides Mr. I can kick your @ss if you’re so tough then why don't you deal with it?” 

“I would if I wasn’t conserving what energy that isn’t being suppressed by the runic walls of this accursed bottomless elevator shaft so that I can survive the fa- oh hey look there’s the ground.”