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[ The door bangs open. Breathing heavily, Gwaine shoves a large, heavy chair through as well as he can with only one arm. In his other, he holds an open bag of chips. ]

Oy! Give me a hand, will you?

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Now?

Yes.

[In fact he's heading for the door]

Wait for me!

Then hurry up!

Have some pity! I hauled that thing all the way here! I don't have a special magic arm to help me lift it.

[ He closes the door behind him. ]

[He'll turn and look at him with a smile, walking backwards]

It's Innocence and it's not my fault you didn't think to call me from the journal before you hauled it!

It's vanity and I don't know where my blooming journal is, you eedjit.

Don't call me that! And it's not my fault you can't keep track of your journal!

That is no way to speak to your mother.

Stop that! You are not my mother!

That's just hurtful.

It's the truth.

My day and a half of labor says otherwise.

That's just rubbish!

[ Snickering. ]

It's fine. I promise not to embarrass you. Too much.

How about not at all because you're not my mum!

No, but I'm your friend. [ Gwaine elbows Allen. ] I'm supposed to.

Tt! [He'll move from the elbowing, but there's a small smile on his face] I'm not sure that's part of friendship.

Sure it is. Defining part. You have how many friends and you don't know that?

Most of them don't try to embarrass me as part of their role.

Aren't you glad you met me?

[a smile]

Believe it or not, I am.

Come on. Hurry up before someone steals your rug.

Ah- right!

[He'll start moving along!]

[ When they reach the dumpster, it looks like someone threw out an entire living room. The tightly rolled up rug sticks out of the dumpster. ]

There it is.