(BUZZ ROUTE)

(It was one of those rare quiet afternoons at Jurassic Splash. No screams, no clutter, no chaos. Just heat, still air, and three Brawlers with nothing to do. Doug leans against his snack cart, lazily munching on his own hotdog. Buzz stands with his arms folded, projecting the confidence of someone twice his size. Pierce? He stands perfectly straight, scanning the area for danger that doesn’t exist.)

Doug: “Man… slow day, huh? I could take a nap standing up.”

(Doug yawns so wide his visor wobbles. Pierce ignores the comment entirely. His attention is fixed unusually on Buzz. Buzz pretends not to notice, but his little9 tail taps impatiently against the ground.)

Pierce: “Slow days are the most deceptive. That’s when disaster strikes. When people… get careless.”

(He says it dramatically, like he’s narrating a movie trailer. Doug rolls his eyes.)

Doug: “Dude, relax. The only disaster here is my cart running out of mustard."

(Buzz shifts his sunglasses, giving Pierce a stern side-glance.)

Buzz: “Pierce. You’re staring. State your concern.” (Pierce flinches slightly, clearing his throat. He tries to look away, but fails.)

Pierce: “Ahem. No concern. I was simply... observing your commanding stance. It’s… structurally efficient.”

(Buzz raises an eyebrow, immediately suspicious. Doug snorts into his hotdog.)

Doug: “Bro just say you think Buzz looks cool.” (Pierce stiffens, mortified. Buzz tilts his head, now actually paying attention.)

Buzz: “…Is that so, Pierce?” (Pierce panics, internally screaming. His dramatic seriousness completely fails him.)

Pierce: “I meant that your posture conveys… authority! Which is admirable for maintaining order! Which I… happen to value. Highly.”

(Buzz steps closer, chest puffed slightly, tiny but powerful presence overwhelming. Pierce instantly freezes like a statue under inspection.)

Buzz: “Hmph. Good. I expect nothing less from someone who claims to uphold discipline.”

(Doug watches them with a grin, clearly enjoying the awkward tension radiating between the two despite not thinking about it much..of course.)

Doug: “Man… if this gets any thicker I could spread it on a bun.”

(Buzz adjusts his sunglasses again, but there’s a tiny smirk under them.)

Buzz: “Pierce. Stay alert. And… stay close. I might require your assistance.”

(Pierce nods.)

Pierce: “Yes. Of course. I’ll stay… extremely close.”

(Doug snickers. Buzz pretends not to hear. And Pierce kept close as Buzz said.. Now what will happen next?)

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