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[The mere mention of pimp juice had Jules hacking and gagging like a cat with a particularly difficult hairball.] Gross. Those have to be bad by now, right? [She remembered the pimp juice challenge back at the training school. Didn't someone quit after that? Probably. There was an obnoxious amount of vomit. Jules was complaining about irregular heartbeats for weeks after. Oh god, and the smell lingered in the ring forever. The memory was enough to make her stomach start to turn, thankfully she was yanked out of it by some sweet-ass air guitar. Billmode activated (because Ezra was obviously Ted), and whipped out her own silent little solo before throwing him the horns.]
That is a stupid stupid question. You'll never be a Gangrel. [There was a pause, eyes narrowing as she took a step back to really look him over.] Weeelllll... maybe. If you tried super hard to get yourself all gross. You have too much natural sexy vampire going on. No one would believe you as Gangrel. Unless you get Xavier Woods fat. [Yep. That was the idea. Fists were pumped in the air like Kalisto.] Let's get fat! Let's get fat! Buy that and Let's. Get. Fat! Vampire gluttons! [Maybe Jules just wanted lunch.]