My middle finger salutes you

Oh my, I’m actually being asked to go to the underground. This is much of an improvement.

Funny, but I didn't ask you to go underground. I just made a statement about being down there. What do you mean improvement?

Me? Being hit on? Surprisingly no.

Hang around underground. Someone will hit on you, either by flirting or literally hitting you.

So…

So, anybody been hitting on you?

It’s pretty epic.

Uh, what? No, no! I couldn’t even hurt a fly.

Hm, smart girl.

Uh, yeah. 

You think you could hurt me?

Just curious. 

Not much to it really. He was hitting on me, got too grabby, so I hit him. [shrugs] Nothing epic.

You know, I’m not going to hurt you or anything. 

[laughs] I didn't think for a second you were going to. It's not like you could even if you wanted to.

I’ve heard the parole meetings, tell me more about the housemate. 

Exactly why I said nothing. Why?

Oh. Each to her own then?

Obviously.

More or less. At least more epic than nothing. But hey, nothing’s cool too. 

Unless you count getting hit on by my housemate epic, I've got nothing besides the parole meetings.

Hitting them would require effort. I always believed that wasting my time on people that don’t matter is… well, a waste of time, basically.

Hitting someone is never a waste of time, if even the people themselves are.

Alright then. 

What? Did you expect some epic tale or something?