Prince Bartley Bubblegum twirled his mustache, and then made some silly, foppish flourishing hand motions that Princess Bubblegum probably thought princes made. "Although your argument is based upon sound logic, I Bartley Bubblegum take offense, you rapscallion! You scoundrel! You rapscoundrel!" She said rolling her Rs dramatically. "I shall dispatch a team of researchers at once to disprove the very notion that it takes one to know one! But first, I accept your challenge! Fionnaghal the golden haired shall indeed bear witness to our duel. En Garde!"
Another name change, may as well go with the theme for everyone. This one was a bit harder, since she hadn't really studied ancient Gaelic names with quite the same intent, so she just went for phonetic similarity. Then PB struck what she thought was probably something kind of like a fencing pose, and lunged a finger at Marceline. She was...getting into it, even making the little 'clink'ing and 'clang'ing noises for the fight.
And it was...fun! It reminded her of when she was 13! For the second time, not the first. The first time was mostly studying, stress and being a little too clingy towards Lady Rainicorn, but the second time was bloobalooby. And, you know what, this was pretty bloobalooby too! And then, after a little while of fencing, she clutched at her side and stumbled backwards dramatically. Over dramatically!
"Marcellus, you have run me through with your rockingly awesome sword of awesomly rocking out. Fionnaghal, Marcellus, tell my wife the truth. Tell her that I have been having an affair." She leaned in, and whispered in a grave voice "With dudes!"
And there the life of Bartley Bubblegum, prince of the parliamentary monarchy of dessert, was brought to a tragic end by Marcellus the king of rock and roll, and vampires. And Princess Bubblegum collapsed onto the ground, laughing until it hurt to laugh, and then laughing some more.
"You think you look weird? Lemons Marcy at least you don't have a big pink mustache!" PB let go of the lock of hair that she had been holding under her nose. It lay there limply, until she yanked it away. It had been held there a little too firmly, and had already started to stick to her skin. Bubblegum hair was really a hassle like no other. "Oh peppers am I glad I wasn't born a guy, you guys. Shaving bubblegum hair seriously sucks cabbages!"
Right about then hoped, really really hoped that Marceline hadn't seen enough to make any jabs. She added an addendum just to make sure. "I don't know what I'd do if I had that junk growing on my face all the time!"
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"Although your argument is based upon sound logic, I Bartley Bubblegum take offense, you rapscallion! You scoundrel! You rapscoundrel!" She said rolling her Rs dramatically. "I shall dispatch a team of researchers at once to disprove the very notion that it takes one to know one! But first, I accept your challenge! Fionnaghal the golden haired shall indeed bear witness to our duel. En Garde!"
Another name change, may as well go with the theme for everyone. This one was a bit harder, since she hadn't really studied ancient Gaelic names with quite the same intent, so she just went for phonetic similarity. Then PB struck what she thought was probably something kind of like a fencing pose, and lunged a finger at Marceline. She was...getting into it, even making the little 'clink'ing and 'clang'ing noises for the fight.
And it was...fun! It reminded her of when she was 13! For the second time, not the first. The first time was mostly studying, stress and being a little too clingy towards Lady Rainicorn, but the second time was bloobalooby. And, you know what, this was pretty bloobalooby too! And then, after a little while of fencing, she clutched at her side and stumbled backwards dramatically. Over dramatically!
"Marcellus, you have run me through with your rockingly awesome sword of awesomly rocking out. Fionnaghal, Marcellus, tell my wife the truth. Tell her that I have been having an affair." She leaned in, and whispered in a grave voice "With dudes!"
And there the life of Bartley Bubblegum, prince of the parliamentary monarchy of dessert, was brought to a tragic end by Marcellus the king of rock and roll, and vampires. And Princess Bubblegum collapsed onto the ground, laughing until it hurt to laugh, and then laughing some more.
"You think you look weird? Lemons Marcy at least you don't have a big pink mustache!" PB let go of the lock of hair that she had been holding under her nose. It lay there limply, until she yanked it away. It had been held there a little too firmly, and had already started to stick to her skin. Bubblegum hair was really a hassle like no other. "Oh peppers am I glad I wasn't born a guy, you guys. Shaving bubblegum hair seriously sucks cabbages!"
Right about then hoped, really really hoped that Marceline hadn't seen enough to make any jabs. She added an addendum just to make sure. "I don't know what I'd do if I had that junk growing on my face all the time!"