[video] galleons lost in the sea

[bedsidemanners]

Much as I hate to add to the complaints, this is getting ridiculous.

[He holds up what had been a pair of glasses, the sand collapsing between his fingers in seconds.]

[Then he shifts the camera to the remnants of his house. He's still got a couch, and all of about two walls. The rest is sand.]

My survival skills haven't gotten a... chance like this in quite awhile. I don't remember any curse lasting this long before. Might as well bring out the camels at this point.

Most of my pantry's been spared, at least. I expect it to go soon. [a pause] Michael? Are you still here?

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[shall_yield_us]

You won't give me a show?

[bedsidemanners]

Not when it's nothing new.

[shall_yield_us]

Oh, but I promise to drown you in applause.

[bedsidemanners]

How can I possibly pass up that, I wonder.

[shall_yield_us]

You don't.

[bedsidemanners]

Who knows, I may not even charge.

Are you in the desert or not?

[shall_yield_us]

And so you'll fight many a windmill and rescue me if I am?

[bedsidemanners]

I think your manservant ought to have that honor.

[shall_yield_us]

Do not presume.

[bedsidemanners]

But you don't fulfill my requirements.

[shall_yield_us]

I shall have you skinned and the flesh thorn off you with a whip, you do understand, don't you, Raphael? The pretty things, the witty things, the chicanery aside. It will all one day cost you.

[bedsidemanners]

You won't make good on a threat like that.

[shall_yield_us]

Do leave your care with that possibility, won't you?

[bedsidemanners]

You'd miss me too much.

[shall_yield_us]

No. No, Raphael. Hence the striking beauty of it.

There is not one who would miss you, beyond Jibrille's half frozen corpse and Michael's fits of nothing. Not the one.

surprais 2/2!

[shall_yield_us]

And here I am, giving you such knowledge, and you won't even think to give me a storm in return. Vile.

[bedsidemanners]

I might if you'd ever tell me what I'd like to hear.

[shall_yield_us]

What. Happened. To. Sara. Mudou.

[bedsidemanners]

Yes.

[shall_yield_us]

Suppose I don't know.

[bedsidemanners]

Come off it. I know you do.

[shall_yield_us]

You want me to, that's what you know, your want.

[bedsidemanners]

You've had ample opportunity to dissuade me from the idea, and you haven't. It's not because you want to spare me, it's because you want me tethered.

[shall_yield_us]

Yes, yes, since I reap so many benefits of it: your untiring mouth running-running-running-running-raw, whining in my ear, How is Sara Mudou? What know you of Sara Mudou? Sara, Sara, Sara.

[bedsidemanners]

[there is a long pause, and then, acidly]

Careful. I'd hate for you to sound jealous of a teenage girl.