A bit later, Ace and Vegi-La are sitting together in the target range, when…

Chant: Hey! Why aren’t you two training?

Vegi-La: We are!

Chant: Well… it doesn’t look like it.

Ace: We’re discussing battle plans.

Chant: Oh…Oh…Well, that’s OK then…

Chant walks off

Chant [in the video room]: Vegi-La? Discussing battle plans? What’s next, AGW becoming a priest?

Vegi-La: Geez. Who died and made him boss?

Ace: That would have been (young)Nightwing.

Vegi-La: Where is he anyway?

Ace: He’s still outside meditating.

Vegi-La: What! In the same spot?

Ace: Yep. Hasn’t moved an inch.

Vegi-La: Maybe he’s dead?

Vegi-La: Should we go check on him?

Ace: If he dies on us, I'm sure he'll let us know.

Vegi and Ace: :lol:

Vegi-La: Hey Ace...

Vegi-La extends one of his hands (the middle one) with his index finger pointing towards Ace.

Vegi-La: Pull my finger.

Ace: What?

Vegi-La: I said, pull my finger.

Ace: No.

Vegi-La: Pull-My-Finger!

Ace: I swear if you rip one, I’m gonna hit ya with a full deck!

Vegi-La: PULL MY FINGER!!

Ace: OK. OK. Sheesh. I’ll pull your stupid finger…

Ace pulls Vegi-La’s stupid extended finger

Vegi’s finger: [phoink]

A perfectly formed spherical mass of vegatable-matter shots out of Vegi-La’s finger, growing to the size of a basketball and hitting Ace right in the face.

Ace: What the [you sunnuva...] !?!

Vegi-La: Isn’t it great! I call them my vegi-balls [biiiig grin] !

Ace: [eh?] :) [nyah hah] [biiiig grin] :lol: