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[warmachine]

Tony. Tony. Was this some awful prank? If so, well-played, man, I've already taken two showers and still haven't gotten the smell off.

Seriously, how did you do that?

[ p a u s e ] Or maybe I'm giving you too much credit and it's a curse, in which case, great.

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[wearafeznow]

[ Hey Rhodey, it's your FAVOURITE PERSON EVER. ] So what is it you smell of in particular, Colonel Rhodes?

[warmachine]

[ YOU— why is he being punished like this? ] Mostly steel and machine oil.

[wearafeznow]

[ You love him, how can you not? ]

Interesting. Perhaps that delightful little robot just gave you a hug and you ... er, didn't notice.

[warmachine]

[ Easy. ]

Dummy. His name is Dummy, and he's not delightful. [ Nor is he particularly little. ] And it's definitely not that.

[wearafeznow]

He is so delightful. We had such a wonderful conversation before Pond and I -- [ Slowly. ] Had to leave suddenly.

[audio:]

[charring]

You, too?

[audio:]

[warmachine]

So it's a curse. Well, that lets Tony off the hook, at least.

[audio:]

[charring]

Yep. It's a curse. Weird one, at that.

[audio:]

[warmachine]

Damn right it is. [ a beat. ] So, what do you smell of, then?

[child_radical]

So you also got your own personal brand as well?

[warmachine]

You could say that, yeah.

[child_radical]

At least it isn't a day where personality manipulation is the norm.

[warmachine]

Those are definitely worse. This one's just a bit inconvenient, maybe.

[ Voice ]

[latenightfondue]

You got yourself an odour problem, huh?

[ Voice ]

[warmachine]

I'm cursed.

[latenightfondue]

Y'sure it ain't just been one'a them days?

[warmachine]

Very sure.

[ironmanic]

It's all skill, baby.

[warmachine]

The skill of taking credit that isn't due to you? Yeah, I bet. Seems it's a curse after all, can't add this one to the list.

[ironmanic]

And here I thought I was getting away with it. Oh well - I'll just have to take notes for the future.

[warmachine]

Nope, too late for that. I might've believed you if everyone on the network would've backed you up.

[signatures]

What's so appalling about it, dare I ask?

[warmachine]

It's not appalling, it's annoying.

[signatures]

I bet you smell like sunshine and daisies.

[warmachine]

Sugar and spice and everything nice, actually. [ so much eyerolling. ]