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Personal Slumber Defensive Device, Leo.

... I don't think so? The guide doesn't really say anything about that only that it can take some time to heal from loss of goo.

PSDD sounds like a sleeping disorder. Attack bed sounds cooler.

Yeah, okay, definitely not messing with that. I'd rather not hurt you.

But it's not an attack bed, it's a defensive slumber device!

... I don't think it would hurt? Just there would be less of me.

Death bed, the bed that eats.

I kind of like having you in one piece, so, no losing pieces. I already lost an arm, and we're still struggling with that.

It's not that either!

Aw, so no eating me? I was wondering what "nerd" tastes like though.

[Is this going to lead to Donnie trying to goad Leo into eating his slime, who knows?]

Shake bed, the bed that shakes you out of your skin.

I told Ray I wasn't going to eat any slime. Don't make me throw up from lying.

Leo.

... it's not lying if she never finds out.

[Oh no, his need to cause problems is clashing against his promise to Ray.]

Kinda a bad precedent to set for your relationship, bro. Isn't a romantic relationship kind of thing about honesty and genuineness with another person?

[Mwahahaha, Donnie knows Leo too well.]

If she asks I'll tell her the truth, that it was my idea. Also for science, come on Leo.

If you try to pin this on me, I'm showing her this text conversation to prove it was your idea. I'm just a normal man, an innocent man! Assaulted by slime with evil intentions!

I am writing myself a note and putting it in my shell that says "not Leo's idea" so you're in the clear.

Also, it's not evil, although I could be poisonous so maybe... a little evil.

[Thankfully Donnie is a poison free slime.]

I'm gonna proverbially bookmark this conversation, just in case. I don't need Ray and Dad both yelling at me over it!!!

If you poison me, you owe me 89 solars. Goobert at least gave me non poisonous goo!!

No one is going to yell at you! Except me, I am yelling at you now!

It's not like I'd be doing it on purpose, and I'll pay you if you die from it.

Alright, cranky sludge, put your money where your mouth is and get over here, so I can eat you!

[No reply, as it takes a few minutes for Donnie to slime his way from his room to Leo's since he is assuming his brother is in there and thump thump on the door.]

You better be ready.

[Leo rises from his spot on his bed, opening his door to gaze down at his slimed sibling.]

Ready as I can be, given you're really gung-ho to figure out what your flavor is.

It's for science, also to see if I am poisonous!

[Even with slime brain, he cannot hide excitement for science.]

I swear if science kills me... [He trails off as he leans against his doorway.] Did you at least bring a cup to goop in?

You'll go down with the likes of Marie Curie, Leo. [Yes, Donnie knows people who have died because of science... As to the question about a cup...]

I ate slime out of my hand, so why should you get anything fancier than that?

Considering I don't know who that is, I'm not reassured, Dontron. [He offers dryly back at his twin.]

Because I didn't make you eat it directly off the slime!? I literally brought it home in a jar!

She pioneered the research of radioactivity, Leon. [Said in a tone of "You should totally know this".]

You're not going to be eating it directly off me, I'll goop it into your hand first!

Dee, why would I know that? [He questions dryly back. He sighs openly, moving to drop into a crouch on Donnie's level. He extends out his palm to be gooped in.]

Alright, hit me, purple boy.

Because that's how she died, Leo. [Again, as if Leo should know this.

Ah but a palm for gooping, he reaches out a tendril and holds it over Leo's hand.]

Here goes.

[And Leo is getting gooped!]

[Yep, he is getting goop dropped into his hand. Leo makes a face at how weirdly warm it is.]

See, I made sure Gooberts goo was cold when I gave it to you, that's less weird than warm goo.

Warm means it's fresh.

[Donnie cares not for Leo's face making! He will make sure it's not a ton of goo though, that sclorps off himself into his twin's hand.]

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<TheCoolestTurtle> plz don't google death bed

<Bootyyyshaker9000> no, google it anyone who reads this

<TheCoolestTurtle>do not!!!

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