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"Yup," Kari said, "It's actually really easy to do, but we will need some popsicle sticks from the store cause toothpicks aren't that great to use to eat them."
"Okay," Bria replied as she looked at the others, "To the supermarket we go."
"To the supermarket!" Kai called out melodramatically as he followed Bria.
"Oh, we could that," Liza said in agreement to Kari. "Would you like to do that instead of studying?" she asked Ammy as she turned towards the girl. "Popsicles I mean."
Rick was still muttering about breach points and escape routes and vulnerabilities. He'd done his best to get the lay of the land on the way to the store, but there was still work for him to do. It would be a sleepless night after Mordic went to bed.
"You... good?" Hazel asked Rick. Ant only shook his head.
"Shoo," he said, pushing Hazel away. "I'll handle this. We have to go on a tour of the... dairy aisle. Man style. Like men.... who are... manly. You know, Y chromosomes. And stuff."
Rick got the point that Mordic was making. "I know, I'll take care of it tonight. Under the moonlight." He added quickly before allowing Ant to pull him away.
Kai looked around at the store, a bit surprised at how packed it all seemed, it also seemed like there wasn't even that many stuff on shelves and people were generally walking out with the same stuff. "Is there like a flour shortage or something, I'm seeing people walk out with a lot of flour packs," he said as he turned towards Rick and Ant. "Get blankets you manly men."
"Alright, Romeo, let's go down here," Ant said to Rick, pulling him down the dairy aisle, away from the others. He glanced around before looking at Rick.
"Listen, as another man, I have to say... If you feel your grapes getting roped up, just stand up for yourself. Dude, it's killing me."
Rick raised an eyebrow. "What?" He asked flatly. "I don't understand what you mean." Rick wasn't trying to brush Ant off. He actually had no idea what Ant meant.
Rick nodded. "A whip. Mostly an impractical mid-range weapon." He answered confidently. "Can be used to harm, disarm or constrict. It's a high skill-cap weapon, extremely difficult to use or master."
Ant remained silent for a moment. "Jesucristo," he then quietly muttered to himself, glancing back up at Rick. "Okay, that is the noun. A noun. Alright, do you know what it means to be whipped? And don't tell me an actual attack, I want the slang." Was he taking a major risk with this?
Yes. He also knew Mordic already hated him... but, he hated seeing a bro out of water like this.
Rick shook his head. "The only definition of that word I know is the literal." He admitted after a moment. "You didn't cover this in your lesson... but I'm assuming it has something to do with that somehow?"
"I don't know if there's saving you. Like, honest to God man, I don't know," Ant began to ramble. After a moment, he gathered his thoughts. "I know... I gave you a lecture on everything, and all of that, but... dude. What you have with Mordic isn't healthy. As this team's medic, I have to give the diagnosis..."
He paused for mild dramatic effect. "You're whipped. It, it means you're getting controlled, you... you lost your grapes, man!"
Rick considered Ant's words for a long moment. "I thought all women were like that." He said meekly, unsure of things now. "I thought that was just the nature of things."
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