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[color=8882be]"Lube's a [i]sweeeeeetheaaaaaart,[/i]"[/color] Lauren sang, stopping to stroke the ahoge of her adopted little brother before kicking another two drums onto the lift. Between the three of them, they'd moved about half of the drums so far in seemingly no time at all, and Luke Schwarz's ability to monologue and talk at the same time made him hella more productive. Having Sangue here was convenient. Luke's body always seemed to function without his tacit approval around cute girls.

[color=8882be][i]He and Cap probably have a lot of war stories to share...[/i][/color]

Maybe there was a reason all the guys in her life seemed to have sexual harassment stories.

...

[color=8882be][i]They all need confidence![/i][/color]

By the time the one-time carjacker's rare moment of self-awareness had ended, she had gotten to the remaining baker's dozen of chemical drums. Staring at them for a couple seconds, she slowly looked all the way down to the end of the hallway where Sangue and Luke were talking, then back to the drums. An idea struck her.

[color=8882be][i]What the fuck, Negasi?

Work smart, not hard.[/i]

"Coming your way, babe!"[/color]

By the time Sangue and Luke looked up at Lauren, a drum was rolling down the hallway towards them, leisurely paced thanks to a keen shove from one of Lauren's feet. A second joined it in short order. Then a third.

Soon, they had a neat little production line going. Had to be easier than going two at a time.