Pidge: lance I need your help.
Lance: anything for you, pigeon~
Pidge: don’t call me that- but I need you to distract Keith for me while I steal his stuff.
Lance: why are you stealing his stuff?
Pidge: ever since Keith started signing autographs he’s been acting...more creative.
Lance: well I mean, if I were you I would let him be as creative as he wants- the guy is so boring, he doesn’t understand dirty jokes.
Pidge: that’s true, but please.
Lance: fine...
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Lance: hey Keith-
Keith, turning around with paint coated on every part of his body: lance I swear if you don’t Vincent Van Gogh away in the next 5 seconds I will decapitate your head with a single paint brush!
Lance: *screaming in panic and fear*










