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"Hey Pidgerino!"
"...what the fuck, Lance."
Pidge looked up at their friend. Even if he was an idiot, he was still a good guy. But just--never call them that. Ever again.
"You wanna know something cool?" He didn't wait for their response and just continued. "I'll have you know that I can bench press over six million and ninety two nanograms."
Pidge paused. "...Lance, that's less than two pounds."
He shrugged. "Eh. Sounded better the way I said it."
Well, that was true at least. Even if it didn't sound much better really.