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‘ can’t say i’ve ever heard of a paperclip bein’ useless, but hey! it’s a title i’ll happily accept!  --  also hello, yes, quick question, why am i a useless paperclip? ’

‘ aye aye, cap’n! ’   she raised the bottle of coke in her hand, somewhat of a cheers to accepting the challenge. it’s not like you really needed to ask her twice to do something dangerous, after all, she lived for the thrill or whatever.   ‘ except  --  ’   she pointed the bottle towards the gamer, a mischievous grin spread across her face.   ‘ y’gotta gimme a go in that mech’a yours if i do it. ’   it’s not like she’s gonna blow it up or anything. plus, may as well get something out of it.

‘ obama? strewth! can’t say i’ve heard that name in a while! ’   or really ever considering she wasn’t born until waaay after his reign on america ended.   ‘ why’re y’gettin’ so riled up over a book anyways? what’s so special about it? ’

‘ gotham, gotham... can’t say i’ve heard of it! but please tell me that place specializes in ham and you have a wicked punny touristy catch phrase like, got ham? ’   and cue a laugh because apparently she thought that was hilarious.

she wasn’t there when he passed out, or maybe she was, who knows, that part wasn’t important. what was important was that she was now standing over him, a grin plastered on her face as her foot gently   (  or maybe not so gently  )   nudges him awake.   ‘ mornin’ sunshine! ’   a pause as she looks at the others standing around watching.   ‘ dunno ‘bout them, but there’s just somethin’ peaceful about watchin’ strangers sleep. ’   because that wasn’t creepy or anything.   ‘ s’like, a non-commitment thing with death, y’know? t’is the dream! ’   what was she even talking about?   ‘ oh! almost forgot! finished ya coffee for ya! y’welcome! ’