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Suddenly, A mercenary of Ms. Charlie's enters the bar, holding a baseball and The Sandman. "So, I'd heard that Ms. Charlie is over at this place at times?"

"Scmmt?" Pyro tilts their head in confusion at the newcomer.

He would then turn over to Pyro before dashing towards them and then inspecting them. "Interesting... You.. remind me of that robot named Arsonist. He's a pyromaniac robot." Flanker then said, holding a hand to his chin before heading over to a table.

"Wmbmt? Lmm hmm wmmf gwm mf bwfft?"

[translation: "Robot? Like the ones Gray Mann built?")

Flanker then shakes his head no before sighing deep. "No, not him. Mechanic built him to set the GRN team aflame along with detecting invisible Agents. They're dime-a-dozen backstabbing female scumbags."

TJ was somewhere in the bar, drinking a juice box, drawing a portrait of SCP-999 contently with crayons.

"Lmmk mm hmmhmm"* Pyro still sees this newcomer as Scout, albeit in the usual cherub style of how Pyrovision shows his teammates.

*"Like your father."

"Huh? What do you even mean but that, exactly?" Flanker asked, raising a brow in confusion before realizing...

"Oh, I see. Your comparing me to that piece of trash, Scout, huh? Well, he's nothing compared to me!" Flanker remarked harshly before tossing a baseball up to the ceiling.

Pyro stares intently at Flanker, thinking for a moment. Then the realization hits them. "Mrr hurrdurr hm hurr!"* Pyro produces a frying pan from out of nowhere, and thwacks Flanker upside the head, knocking the speedy merc to the ground.

Pyro is DOMINATING Flanker

*"That Scout is a Spy!"

"I've seen that little creature before. Friendly little guy" he ruffled TJ's hair

Flanker is now knocked out for right now. Flanker then raises a hand. "I'm not dead! I'll just wake up in a few moments or two..." Man, this Flanker guy sure likes being a d*ck...

"Well at least there's no shortage of entertainment."

"Poyo poyo poyo." ("That, I can agree on.")

He would grab Pyro by the mask and shake it once followed by a small smack in the mask, but not enough to hurts you know the rules. No. Fighting."

He stood up and renacted this scene

"Awwwww!" Pyro assumes a disapproving stance. "Heh thubba theh then, wohha?"

TJ looked up and grinned at Mathius, he nodded in agreement.

"No. You know the rules. You're almost furniture because you're here so much"

Angel seemed to be eating a small lemon flavored cake.. Still no Faker, but today that didnt bother him

Natasha strides through the doors, and collects some rags. Cleaning and polishing the unoccupied tables and booths. Humming and singing tunes that filter through her mind.