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So who's up for a game of Runtball?

Yeah I thought so, too.

Maybe you could get your girlfriend to be a cheerleader.

Then they'll make video games of it.

Maybe you could get yours to be one too.

Maybe we could get Madden to endorse it.

I don't think she's into—

Wait a minute.

My thoughts exactly!

What?

It'll be epic. New games coming out every year with a new roster. Classic.

What? I don't have a girlfriend. Nice try at tricking me, though.

We should get the first editions because it's our idea. :D

Not yet you don't.

So what do you think, XBox 360 or PS3?

Hell, why not all of them?

Even better. More people buy it, more money for us.

Exactly!

Very funny, Danny.

Yeah? I thought so, too.

Cheerleading? Do you even know me?

Oh come on, loosen up. Danny would probably enjoy the view.

Hush, you.

Sure he would. Until he was blinded by the sun reflecting off her pasty skin.

I can't help it.

Try going outside sometime, you'd be amazed at what the sun does to your complexion.

I burn easily. :|

Now, now. It's a good contrast to his darkish Mexican skin.

Cuban, Seifer. Cuban.

Yeah, whatever. ... Hispanic. There. Happy?

That works. :D

True.

I know.

FBI agent turned cheerleader...

It's almost like Miss Congeniality.

I don't think I'm coordinated enough for that.

Ah, have some faith in yourself. :P

Maybe. :P

It's possible I still know how, but high school was a long time ago and I'm definitely not 16 years old anymore.

Alright, then you don't have to do anything that might kill you! Just, uh... cheer us on, like the title suggests?

We'll see. :D

Heh. Taylor, you're like a damn kid!

It really was a long time ago for you, wasn't it?

I'm younger than you are, sweetheart.