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“ please. please don’t.”

“ please, god, no.”

“ i hate this. please!”

“ welcome home, haircut.”

“ there’s more at the library. a lot more.”

“ you… you have a library?”

“ s/he escaped?”

“ you know where s/he is?”

“ no. i’d tell you if i did.”

“ th-this’ll be satisfactory.”

“ you hungry?”

“ i’ll get you something. what do you want?”

“ what do i want?”

“ anything? really, anything i want?”

“ sure, whatever.”

“ dude, yes, you can have anything. what do you want?”

“ can i have lobster?”

“ no, you can’t have lobster.”

“ what the hell do you think this is?”

“ do you have canned pasta and tomato sauce?”

“ you want orange-y or red?”

“ i like pickles.”

“ number 42 is a coding system for persons here?”

“ okay, i’ll be back in ten.

“ enjoy your new place.”

“ good mornin’ sunshine.”

“ is it just as cozy as you remember?”

“ you spent a long time at the wrong side of the door.”

“ so let’s talk about now.”

“ you know anything about that, ___?”

“ i gotta tell you, that is one hell of a coincidence.”

“ was it you?”

“ did it work the other way around? you were supposed to break him/her. did s/he break you?”

“ i mean, let’s face it. you’ve got some pretty legitimate grievances.”

“ you change your stripes on me, ___?”

“ you startin’ to see things different?”

“ after all this… before and after… hell, after everything… who are you, ___?”

“so, do you think you know where ___ went?”

“ bring him/her back. sort it out.”

“ stitch him/her up. fix what you can fix.”

“ you don’t think s/he did it?”

“ you think s/he did?”

“ you were just beaten and thrown in a cell. unfairly, if you ask me.”

“ i like to think that i do.”

“ that’s exactly the kind of person who really isn’t…. expected to be around anymore.”

“ just trying to help.”

“ barber. might be able to kill that thing on your head.”

“ you’re one of us now, not them.”

“ they eat shit, we eat good.”

“ must be your lucky day, ___.”

“ are these homemade?”

“ that’s some good diy stuff there.”

“ no – no thank you.”

“ you want something, you take it, ___.”

“ there s/he is! wo/man of the hour!”

“ come on over here, big fella.”

“ don’t be rude asshole. say hello.”

“ … h-h-hello.”

“ you got a name, asshole?”

“ you see this right here? you might have to get real close.”

“ now, under normal circumstances, i’d be showing you that real close over and over again.”

“ but, see, all i really want to know is if you are a smarty-pants.”

“ you know things?”

“ answer the question.”

“ i- i am indeed a smarty-pants.”

“ even though my memory is not considered eidetic, i don’t skim and i don’t scrimp.”

“ if knowledge is dropped, i do indeed pick it up.”

“ oh, you really are just some asshole.”

“ n-no, i’m not.”

“ fire, with uh… you know… fire.”

“ uh, huh. all right, then, dr. smarty-pants. you ought to be able to crack this without breaking a sweat.”

“ how do we keep them on their feet?”

“ you already possess the means to resolve your issue.”

“ god damn! if that ain’t the coolest thing i’ve ever heard in my life!”

“ not only is that practical, it is just bad-ass!”

“ look at you, dr. smarty-pants.”

“ oh, their loss, our gain.”

“ i feel like i need to give you some kind of signing bonus here.”

“ uh, w- well, i wa- i was gifted these pickles.”

“ now, i don’t think i have to worry about this, but who knows how truly smart you are?”

“ that is a grave no-no.”

“ i wouldn’t know anything about that.”

“ what does dr. smarty-pants say to his/her new bestest friend in the whole wide world?”

“ thank you. fully, completely, sincerely, seriously: thank you.”

“ why don’t you go have some fun?”

“ what the hell am i even looking at?”

“ maybe you should take it easy, ___?”

“ maybe i shouldn’t.”

“ uh, we could play something else. warlords? it’s four players and quite the hoot.”

“ whatever you want. this is your night.”

“ do you want a massage?”

“ while i appreciate the gesture, and your commitment to your assigned objective, i am fully aware that you are not here this evening of your own volition.”

“ video games are all about me showing you a fun time.”

“ would you care for more microwave popcorn?”

“ hey, just because this was ___’s idea doesn’t mean that i don’t want to be here.”

“ i’d be down with just having an intelligent conversation.”

“ well… i suppose a conversation would be acceptable under the current circumstance.”

“ what would you like to talk about?”

“ i could talk about that shit all night.”

“ in all likelihood, even if i could, it would probably escape your comprehension.”

“ did s/he just insult us?”

“ it was not a dis, it was simply a statement of fact.”

“ my intelligence has been objectively measured.”

“ so, what, are you one of those guys who can make a bomb out of bleach and a toothpick or something?”

“ serious as sepsis.”

“ so stupid.”

“ i’m hoping to illustrate the opposite.”

“ did you just make helium out of toilet stuff?”

“ it’s cool. we’re good.”

“ hey, relax. you’re one of us.”

“ can you please just show me some good shit?”

“ i’m gonna light this candle.”

“ no, i mean, i’m gonna light this candle.”

“ i was given to understand that last night’s shinny was supposed to be a singular incident.”

“ i need your help.”

“ you aren’t afforded any… mental-health services?”

“ that would be wildly irresponsible.”

“ we’ll handle that part.”

“ look, i know that this is crazy, and that you barely know me.”

“ i can tell that you are a good person. there’s not many of those left.”

“ truth of the matter is i’m not good. i’m not lawful, neutral or chaotic, none of the above.”

“ are you saying you can’t do it?”

“ lack of ability is not the problem here.”

“ you are good, ___. you have to be.”

“ you kidding?”

“ hey, the line’s a line. what, they don’t have ’em where you come from?”

“ you don’t know how they work?”

“ which means you report directly to my ass.”

“ i didn’t know. we just – we get so many new faces, i didn’t…”

“ i don’t even know what you call this. i’m gonna call it a gremblygunk.”

“ where is s/he?”

“ i killed her/him.”

“ s/he ran away from me right into a mess of dead ones so, i, uh… made it quick.”

“ it still hurts.”

“ feels better with a bandage.”

“ i wasn’t talking about that.”

“ oh, we’ve all done things.”

“ before we got here. before we understood, we were cowards about it.”

“ we don’t- we don’t get to have big hearts. remember that.”

“ wh- what is this?”

“ you are gonna want to pay close attention to this.”

“ i – i didn’t do anything.”

“ i found this little souvenir tucked away in your desk.”

“ i don- i don’t know what that is.”

“ you… left the door open and let my puppy out.”

“ that is some weaselly shit right there.”

“ oh, s/he ran? you know why s/he ran?! because s/he knew i would blame her/him, which i did.”

“ it’s not true. __, s/he’s lying about it. i would never do it.”

“ why? why? why would s/he do that?”

“ why would s/he intentionally try to hurt you?”

“ so, what’s s/he gonna get out of this?”

“ it worked before, and it worked now.”

“ ain’t that right, ___?”

“ please, please, please! oh, jesus, don’t burn me. please! no…!”

“ no, no, please! no! no!”

“ now, you know i hate this shit.”

“ just tell me you did it and that you’re sorry and i won’t have to do this.”

“ yes– yes, i did it. all of it. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

“ please… i’m sorry. please. i’m sorry.”

“ that’s all you had to say.”

“ i trust you, ___. never should’ve doubted ya.”

“ i’m sorry.”

“ ice cold! i love it.”

“ are you all right?”

“ better than that.”

“ you can call next but it might be a while.”

“ i did. but you can’t have ‘em.”

“ do not insult my intelligence.”

“ said pills aren’t for __, said pills are for __. that’s why you wanted two.”

“ didn’t s/he kill your friends?”

“ turnabout and all that.”

“ you’re replaceable to him/her. i, on the other hand, am not.”

“ you’re a coward.”

“ that is a correct assessment.”

“ may i come in?”

“ so, how you liking it here?”

“ are we doing right by dr. smarty-pants?”

“ it’s all right. i get it.”

“ i know how hard it can be to accept change to get on the right team.”

“ i need you to understand something. i do not make this invitation to anyone. and i sure as shit do not make it lightly.”

“ hey… hey! you don’t need to be scared anymore.”

“ you don’t need to be scared. you just need to answer me one question. and it’s a big one.”

“ hey, be careful with that.”

“ hey, you want to get burnt by molten metal? ‘cause that’s exactly how you get burnt by molten metal.”

“ you on board?”