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Mars: But this is.

Oh great, not the puke oil again!! It'd be especially bad if any of it got in Terra's hair, so he shoves him out of the way and grabs the bucket he used for Saturn!

Terra: In here!
Mars: I know, I know, do you think my processor's on the fritz!?

The Stardroids almost can't look, especially not Terra!

Mercury: Oh gross!
Terra: What do you mean "gross"!? You're the very epitome of fiendishly disgusting!
Mercury: I would be, if I didn't find puke oil that much nastier than me! I can't believe that comes out of our mouths when we're nauseous! In fact, I think the only one who hates that stuff more than you and Venus would be Sunstar!
Saturn: How do you know!?
Mercury: Remember that time I barfed all over his cape? I don't think any of us will forget the way he screamed after that.
Mars: *panting, seeming to be done barfing* Okay, I think that's the last of it.

...Or it would be, if the comical dependency of second winds wasn't a thing.

Mercury: Round 2!?
Pluto: I'm gonna be sick...!
Jupiter: You already are!!
Pluto: I know... I meant sick as in barfy...
Jupiter: Oh not on me!!!
Pluto: I promise!

Okay, now Mars is finally done barfing.

Mars: *panting again* Y-you know, didn't Sunstar say he only needed a few hours to make the medicine? It's been a day. What could be taking him so long?

Mega Man -

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Mars: But this is.

Oh great, not the puke oil again!! It'd be especially bad if any of it got in Terra's hair, so he shoves him out of the way and grabs the bucket he used for Saturn!

Terra: In here!
Mars: I know, I know, do you think my processor's on the fritz!?

The Stardroids almost can't look, especially not Terra!

Mercury: Oh gross!
Terra: What do you mean "gross"!? You're the very epitome of fiendishly disgusting!
Mercury: I would be, if I didn't find puke oil that much nastier than me! I can't believe that comes out of our mouths when we're nauseous! In fact, I think the only one who hates that stuff more than you and Venus would be Sunstar!
Saturn: How do you know!?
Mercury: Remember that time I barfed all over his cape? I don't think any of us will forget the way he screamed after that.
Mars: *panting, seeming to be done barfing* Okay, I think that's the last of it.

...Or it would be, if the comical dependency of second winds wasn't a thing.

Mercury: Round 2!?
Pluto: I'm gonna be sick...!
Jupiter: You already are!!
Pluto: I know... I meant sick as in barfy...
Jupiter: Oh not on me!!!
Pluto: I promise!

Okay, now Mars is finally done barfing.

Mars: *panting again* Y-you know, didn't Sunstar say he only needed a few hours to make the medicine? It's been a day. What could be taking him so long?

Mega Man -