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[punchedhitler]

I don't understand this curse.

[Cap has a bubble - it is little but frustrating. Crepe has already slammed into it three time today - oh, and here she comes again, running and jumping straight into the barrier, and bouncing, and skidding away. She looks comically confused, and she barks protest.]

I would mind it so much if it didn't hurt my dog.

I bet Private Lorraine wouldn't like it much, though.

[That is said as an afterthought. Fff.]

Comments

[signatures]

Private Lorraine?

[punchedhitler]

She was a dame back home who had problems with personal space.

[signatures]

How charming.

[punchedhitler]

I mean, she was perfectly nice.

[signatures]

I think everyone's nice from fifteen feet away.

[punchedhitler]

Well, even three feet would be nice.

[Pause]

How are you, Mr. Eames? Did Ariadne find you all right?

[signatures]

I'm all right, Mister Rogers. Find me?

[punchedhitler]

She was pretty upset the other day.

[signatures]

Ahh, about the girl?

[punchedhitler]

About you tying her to a robot.

[signatures]

Oh, that. Suppose she's gotten over it by now.

[punchedhitler]

She wasn't very happy about it.

[signatures]

She's not happy about most things.

[punchedhitler]

I thought that usually she's pretty agreeable.

[signatures]

On her own terms, absolutely. She's also quite stubborn. I like it.

[punchedhitler]

I'm glad you don't see it as a bad quality.

[signatures]

I find being a doormat much more annoying.

[punchedhitler]

You mean someone who doesn't fight back?

[signatures]

Exactly. No good sport in it, nothing of value.