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"Fine," Punchline muttered, reaching for a can. "But if I start seeing giant plushies, I’m throwing you off the roof."

"You know, for someone so 'ideological,' you're really good at sitting still," Harley remarked, popping a bubble with her gum. purple_bitch_-_Harley_Quinn_and_Punchline_chill...

Punchline didn't look up. "Chaos requires focus, Harley. You just happen to be the loudest version of it." "Fine," Punchline muttered, reaching for a can

"Hey, I've got layers! Like a stinky onion or an expensive cake," Harley laughed, nudging a small cooler toward Punchline. "Want a drink? It’s not poisoned. Well, probably not. I lost track of which one was which." " Punchline muttered