Chapter 16: Treachery/Supports

* **George**: First off, in your time, did I get gimped like I did? Or did something else happen entirely?
* **Augustus**: You were incapacitated somehow. You and mom didn't like telling me the story because you thought it would scare me away from fighting.
* **George**: Man, the fact that we had to worry about that is kind of sad, to be frank.
* **Augustus**: It wasn't a pretty world out there. I had to be trained up because Esh-Ban was still on the loose.
* **George**: Damn. That guy's like a cockroach. He'd survive getting his head cut off.
* **Augustus**: I dunno. I feel like that part's a bit of a cock*reach*.
* **George**: Oh, you don't know nothing about cockreaches until you've seen—
* **Augustus**: Okay, you officially made it awkward.
* **George**: What, are those jokes not kosher around my kid?
* **Augustus**: I don't think so.
* **George**: Damn. Okay. At least you're only shaving off 40% of the possible jokes.
* **Augustus**: Sorry about that. We'll make up some new ones together.
* **George**: You're really dedicated to this, aren't you?
* **Augustus**: Well of course! In fact, it's my dream to start a traveling comedy troupe. We'll travel the world putting on shows for people. And I'd like you to come with me.
* **George**: I see... Well, I don't know how well I'd be able to tag along. Wheelchairs aren't exactly fit for travel.
* **Augustus**: Aw man...
* **George**: We can still make jokes together though! Don't think I'm not out of this plan just yet, kiddo.
* **Augustus**: Alright! Let's get started right away. I hope you're sitting down because these will knock you off your feet.
* **George**: ...

## Augustus and Joos

### C Support

* **Augustus**: Hey Joosbag.

* **Joos**: That's a new one.

* **Augustus**: Pull my finger.

* **Joos**: ...Excuse me?

* **Augustus**: You heard me.

* **Joos**: Did you just walk up to your head tactician and ask him to pull your finger?

* **Augustus**: Damn right I did. Now do it.

* **Joos**: No.

* **Augustus**: Please!

* **Joos**: This is no time for jokes that five-year olds find funny.

* **Augustus**: You're not fun!!

* **Joos**: I'm plenty of fun, but not for juvenile pranks like that.

* **Augustus**: Do it.

* **Joos**: No.

* **Augustus**: Just do it! I promise I'll leave you alone after this.

* **Joos**: Fine!

* **Augustus**: Yes!

* **Joos**: But only because you kept pestering me like a chi...Oh my god!

* **Augustus**: Ah! Look what you did!

* **Joos**: How the fuck? Your damned finger came clean off!

* **Augustus**: How dare you, first of all!

* **Joos**: What the hell?

* **Augustus**: ...Gotcha!

* **Joos**: And now it's back? But what was I holding...?

* **Augustus**: My dad cast an illusion spell that activated when you pulled my finger. I wish it would have lasted longer so I could make you do things to make it up to me.

* **Joos**: Wow. That's...probably the most creative twist on that joke I've ever seen. Not bad.

* **Augustus**: Damn right!

## Bohl and Green

### C Support

* **Bohl**: Uncle Green!

* **Green**: Hey there Bohl.

* **Bohl**: Green, I have been meaning to pose a question to you.

* **Green**: Go for it.

* **Bohl**: What is my mother like?

* **Green**: Shouldn't you know? She kind of raised you.

* **Bohl**: Kind of is the key part of that.

* **Green**: What do you mean?

* **Bohl**: My mom was always very busy when I was growing. I did not get a lot of time with her. When I was spending it with her, her mind was occupied, much like Bohl's!

* **Green**: I see.

* **Bohl**: But I did get to be with you and Mason a lot.

* **Green**: I'm sure we were no substitute.

* **Bohl**: That is alright. So what is she like?

* **Green**: Hm... She's very driven. It's difficult to piss her off, but when you do, you're in for a world of hurt, and she's very dedicated to her job.

* **Bohl**: Hmm, I am seeing this. She is much like me!

* **Green**: I guess so. I haven't spent enough time with you to know. What was I like in the future?

* **Bohl**: I am guessing that since you answered me, I can do the same. From what I can tell, you seem to not have changed a lot.

* **Green**: Oh really?

* **Bohl**: Yes. You were always good for me to go to and ask things to.

* **Green**: That's good to hear. I'm glad that the utter existential terror of the future didn't mess with my head too much.

* **Bohl**: Yes. Although you did not sing as much as you do now.

* **Green**: I change my mind. Your future sucked.

## Justice and Kelsie

### C Support

* **Justice**: Keshie I have come with an urgent question!

* **Kelsie**: Oh, er, what is it?

* **Justice**: Permission to run my hand through your hair?

* **Kelsie**: Yeah, I guess that's cool.

* **Justice**: Sweet! You have such bouncy and lovely curls and I just want to steal them.

* **Kelsie**: Please don't steal my hair.

* **Justice**: But Kesh…

* **Kelsie**: My hair. My rules.

* **Justice**: Okay, makes sense. I'm not taking my hand out of it though.

* **Kelsie**: You have to eventually.

* **Justice**: Nuh uh. These springy curls are mine.

* **Kelsie**: I'm not so sure about that there, friendo.

* **Justice**: I'm holding onto them. They're mine. All mine.

* **Kelsie**: They're attached to my head. That means they're mine.

* **Justice**: So, two solutions? I chop them off, or you're mine.

* **Kelsie**: No, and I'm into girls.

* **Justice**: But the curls…

* **Kelsie**: I think you've had enough time touching my hair.

## Mason and Spencer

### C Support

* **Mason**: Spencer...

* **Spencer**: Uh oh, that sure sounds a lot like the dejected Mason voice.

* **Mason**: Sorry if I'm bothering you, but I really need your help right now.

* **Spencer**: What's the matter?

* **Mason**: I got tricked again. Some peddler sold me something claiming it would make my magic power stronger, but it's just a stupid rock.

* **Spencer**: Oh geeze. Those jerks will tell you anything.

* **Mason**: Right? And I'm so easily fooled it works every time! Ugh, I hate that about myself.

* **Spencer**: Hey, it's okay.

* **Mason**: Not really... You're the only one who doesn't make fun of me for getting tricked. Everyone else would just tease me.

* **Spencer**: You're the closest thing to a sibling I have, so of course I wouldn't make fun of you.

* **Mason**: You're such a good friend.

* **Spencer**: No problem Mason. Hey, maybe we can work on your gullibility?

* **Mason**: I doubt we'd be able to do that. I've been trying to fix that for years with no results.

* **Spencer**: We're in a new time, so let's get a fresh start. I'll be there for you.

* **Mason**: Thanks Spencer!

* **Spencer**: No problem. Just don't look at the word gullible written on the ceiling.

* **Mason**: ...What?

* **Spencer**: ...Okay, bad start.

## Augustus and Danica

### B Support

* **Danica**: Look, if you're still mad about me looking for your book, I understand,

* **Augustus**: There are things in my pants you aren't meant to touch, Danica! And you tried touching them! A guy can't forgive that!

* **Danica**: But I was just looking for your book.

* **Augustus**: Tell that to everything else down there.

* **Danica**: Seriously, stop acting like I was trying to grope you. We both know I was searching for something in particular. I'm not desperate.

* **Augustus**: You're desperate for what rightfully belongs to me!

* **Danica**: Uh huh. At this point I think you're lying about your book being hidden in your pants. There's no way.

* **Augustus**: It IS in my pants!

* **Danica**: Then why can't you believe me that I was looking for it?

* **Augustus**: Because where your hand was and where the jokes are, well, are two totally different places?

* **Danica**: Oh. I got it.

* **Augustus**: Yeah, so when you tried getting into my pants from the front, you were way off base. Why would I keep it in the front of my pants, anyway?

* **Danica**: I was so foolish. Forgive me for realizing what I've done was so very wrong?

* **Augustus**: Just don't try it again and we'll call it even.

## George and Signele

### A Support

* **Signele**: Okay, what is it with all these feet around here? Someone is in big trouble when I find out who's been hurting the poor bunnies to litter my path with their feet!

* **George**: To be fair, they aren't real rabbit feet.

* **Signele**: You.

* **George**: Me.

* **Signele**: You know how much I love bitty little bunnies. This isn't cool, even if they aren't real feet. You almost had my mommy Signele instincts go all crazy.

* **George**: Please never refer to yourself like that again. Well, the first part. By all means, say your name again.

* **Signele**: What is it with you and my name?

* **George**: It's weird.

* **Signele**: Thanks. Just like my giant ears. Betcha want to rag on those again.

* **George**: Not bad weird! Good weird!

* **Signele**: There's no such thing as a good weird.

* **George**: There is. Say your name again.

* **Signele**: …er, Signele?

* **George**: It rolls off your tongue weird. Kind of like you're missing a lot of fun sounds it could have going on.

* **Signele**: I have a perfectly fine Taguel name…

* **George**: But it would be BETTER if you called yourself Signelele. So it rhymes with ukulele, and therefore makes it fun. Which, in retrospect, isn't exactly something you are.

* **Signele**: You mean to tell me that you've been bothering me just so you could tell me I should add a sound to my name?

* **George**: I did contemplate cursing you so that you'd say it like Signelele, but…yes?

* **Signele**: You're as annoying as I am. I like that.

* **George**: Wow, an actual smile from the bunny bitch!

* **Signele**: …and my positive feelings towards you are now gone.