MASK OR MENACE IC INBOX

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WALLY WEST
"You've reached the personal voice mail of the Wall-man. The honor is yours! Leave your deets, I'll holla back atcha."
[ BEEP. ]

KID FLASH
"This is the contact for Kid Flash. If it's an emergency, call Robin; he'll know where I am. Otherwise, leave your info and I'll get you back ASAP."
[ BEEP. ]


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What the h- What d'you mean, I'm not on the guest list?!

[performance]

[ He "tsk tsk"s facetiously. ]

Do you even own a tuxedo?

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Who the hell owns a tuxedo?!

[performance]

Everyone on the guest list.

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[Wally whacks him in the face with a pillow.]

[performance]

[ He goes down cackling. ]

Haha! Oh man, you're so jealous! I knew it!

[runningstart]

I'm not jealous of your stupid- Beverly Hills, Monopoly-man level of richness, you- [Okay this pillow beating is going to require the use of two hands, food aside.]

[performance]

[ Dick squawks, trying to roll out of the way and crushing a pizza box under him. ]

I could— ack!— add you, but you're— haha, dude, watch the noodles!

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I'm what, you little twerp?! I'm too poor? [headlock]

[performance]

—gkk! Yeah, everyone'll be like, wow, Grayson, slumming it much?

[ SQUIRMIN' ]

All over the tabloids — Handsome Rich Boy Invites Weird Ginger to Society Ball, Embarrasses Everyone —

[ Dick executes a complicated anti-headlock maneuver that involves a precision attack to where Wally's ticklish and rolling away, knocking over the orange chicken. ]

[runningstart]

Weird ginger-! Oh that is- whoa-! [Wally whimpers at the loss of the chicken, but chasing Robin around his room his more important.]

[performance]

Weirdest ginger!

[ It's not a very good chase, with Dick's broken leg and the tiny size of the room, but he does succeed in latching onto Wally and sending them both crashing to the floor in a pile, which starts one of Dick's laughing fits.]

[runningstart]

[Oh great we're at this point now. There's no way Dick's calming down any time soon; that's his shrieking laughter he's sporting, that's good for at least five minutes.

So Wally, crumpled atop him, just reaches for the squashed pizza box and fishes out a slice to eat.]

God, and you call me weird.

[performance]

[ He tries to calm down and take deep breaths, and it works for about five seconds...

... until he lets out another high-pitched wheezing giggle, and that starts the whole thing over again until he gets lightheaded and almost passes out. ]

[runningstart]

[Ugh god and that squeaky laugh is as annoying as it is charming. Wally gives Robin the flattest look he can, then drops his weight a little more solidly on him, making him wheeze.]

[performance]

Heeeee! Dude— [ snerk ] y-your pizza weight— crushing— can't breathe—

[ CACKLING ]

[runningstart]

Oh is that too heavy? Oh man, I better not- uh oh, not the lo mein! Ohhh nooo- [om om nom om]

[performance]

[ EXAGGERATED CHOKING NOISES BETWEEN GIGGLES ]

[runningstart]

Yeah I thought so. [Wally whumps down on Robin even harder before finally rolling off of him. He's going to try and save the orange chicken by eating it as quickly as he can.]

[performance]

[ Dick wheezes, finally winding down, and sprawls halfway across Wally's shins as he catches his breath and wipes tears from the corners of his eyes. ]

Ohhh, jeez, I think I'm gonna pass out. Haha! Ow, ow, my face hurts, it's all tingly...

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I don't know if I should be insulted that you making fun of everything about me makes you laugh that hard. You're kind of a horrible person, Grayson. [Wally reaches for as much food as possible, drawing it closer and just plowing right through the last of it.]

[performance]

Hah! It wasn't everything, dude. I barely scratched the surface. I have hours of material.

I just don't wanna black out on your floor.

[runningstart]

Oh good, I have something to look forward to. [Wally shoves an egg roll into his mouth.] You blacking out, I mean, not the hours of material.

[performance]

Promise me one thing.

[ He places his hand over Wally's, looking up at him, suddenly completely solemn. ]

Promise me you'll draw all over my face. Promise me you'll take pictures.

[runningstart]

I'm not just gonna take pics dude, I'll Instagram it. You'll be internet famous for 'the guy who has a lot of dicks drawn on his face.'