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[there's a cyborg with a gym bag wheeling his motorbike up to the barrier]

[his face currently looks like this: :^((((]

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... Guess not, huh?

[grabbing her and hugging her again]

[we huggin']

Thanks for everything.

[not letting go :^'(]

Guess I should split.

[hugging tighter, even]

Probably. You've got world saving and dream following and general life stuff to start working on.

... You want one last ride on Flight 002?

oh god that sounded really bad it was better in my head i meant in the air with the rockets in my feet

[cracks up]

Still the smoothest. Sure, one last ride on-- no, I can't even finish that sentence.

Yeah, let's just not use words for a while.

[picking her up carefully princess style with a grin!!] Hold on.

[clinging like a champ]

Yessir.

[up we go]

You better not be cheatin' on me with other cyborgs now. I'd be mighty upset if I learned that you went and baked monstrosities with some other robot.

I can't guarantee that I'll never hang with another cyborg again, but you'll always be number one in my heart. And no more monstrosity baking, ever.

That's 'cause I'm the best at bein' a monstrosity.

Stop fishing for compliments, it's demeaning.

[laughs and carefully takes them higher and higher--right up to as far as the barrier will allow him to go with her, so they can see all of camp]

Aw, but what if I deserve 'em? Y'know, I think I'm even gonna miss this dumb place a little.

[just takes in the view for a little bit]

Nostalgia's already getting to you. Rose-colored glasses, Jet, are dangerous fashion accessories.

Aww, but where else am I gonna get free unlimited hot dogs for the simple price of my dignity?

If you ever find some dimension hopping technology, you come visit me. I know a hot dog vendor who'll give you freebies for either saving billionaire's from severe beatings or dancing to Cotton-Eyed Joe. It's a sweet system!