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it's not a nude party but there's no rules against taking your pants off too

in which everyone is required to take their damn shirt off because reasons
that's really all there is to this party so just take it off ladays and gents

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Somehow I'm beginning to think you only dragged me into this to get your own personal servant.

[He sighs, but he's Hiccup, so he's gonna be the typical nice guy and actually dig into the fridge for as many egg cartons as he could find--some probably belong to their other housemates, but uh, he'll worry about that in the morning.

Struggling to grasp onto all the cartons while shutting the fridge door back with a quick hit of his hip, he glares over at his roommate.]

I thought this was a team effort, you know!

It is! Now hand me some of those cartons, good sir.

[The ones Hiccup ends up giving Jack, Jack just puts on the adjacent table. He takes a few eggs out of one and leaves them on the floor in front of the bathroom door. The door is designed to open inward, so Shrek's going to end up stepping on those eggs if he's not careful. That's gonna be distracting enough to give these two the time they need to egg the tool-shed.]

See what I'm doing here? It's brilliant. I'm brilliant.

I wouldn't exactly say brilliant--[More like excessive, nutty troublemaker who's a force that can never be stopped.]

Well, we need to hurry, right? Shall we race into the night and cause havoc now, Sir Batman?

[Partners in crime, right?]

[This older billionaire is squinting at the two of them for some reason.]

Yes we shall, little Robin.

[He picks up his share of egg cartons.]

It's quicker to the tool-shed if we take the back door!

[Of course he has to kick said door open before making it outside, though. Classy.]

[Hiccup frowns at the door kicking. Because really, really.]

You know, you really have to stop hogging all of the dramatic flair. [But he'll still follow him outside faithfully like the good sidekick he is. Maybe one day, Hiccup, one day you'll have your time to outshine him.]

So should we just ... attack like crazy and then make a mad dash for it?

We can always share it if you're that interested.

[He flings three eggs at the tool-shed.]

Attack like crazy, admire our work, then make a mad dash for it. But please, waste your eggs to your heart's content.

[Three more on the tool-shed window, now.]

You realize that we're also risking our housemates killing us, right?

[Because well, these weren't theirs and he was almost dreading the idea of a fierce, angry Merida smashing eggs across his face. Of course, that doesn't stop him from chucking a bunch of them at the shed. After all, he was drunk and this was fun.]

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