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DAISY: “Now you listen here, Mr. Ranger guy…

RANGER GARTH: “Garth. Ranger Garth.”

DAISY: “Right. Anyway, I don’t see why you’re making a big deal with Dancer. He didn’t do anything wrong, he’s just a scared doofus who needs to get his armor off.”

GARTH: “He tried to hide his allegiance with the Enclave. That makes him suspi– I’m sorry, did you just say ‘doofus?’“

DAISY: “Okay, maybe that didn’t have a lot of tact to it, but I mean that’s the point I’m trying to make! He’s harmless.”

GARTH: “Then he would have willing turned himself in the minute he walked into– Okay, I’m sorry, but ‘doofus?’ What kind of grown pony uses that? How old are you?”

DAISY: “How old are you for being hung up over a word, Ranger Danger?”

GARTH: “How old are you that you ask for a frickin’ lollipop during an interrogation!?”

DAISY: “Anxiety issues! You think it’s easy being questioned by a military dude? It calms my nerves! And you know what else, it gives me cool looking edge without actually having to use a cigarette.”

GARTH: “What… what conversation have I gotten myself into?”

DAISY: “You tell me. You dragged me in here, Gary.”

GARTH: “It’s GARTH!”

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Posted previously at: 2018-11-09T20:06:30 | Posted previously by: Derpanater