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Oh, I only kind of have organs! It's real weird in there. Everything is where it's supposed to be, though.
I wouldn't offer if I didn't intend to bring the good stuff! I just thought since I invaded the space the other day and might be doing it more later, I could bring something by.
I am quite sure. In any case, I do not care unless you are fighting in my Ring. Will you do that, Applesauce? Will you try to impress me? Or do you prefer a Shield?
Yes. Finest. And what would you have in return? The door is open. He leaves it open. They wander in and stay. That is how it is and I have learned there is nothing to stop it.
So, I will ask you once. What is it you want? He calls it an Equivalent Exchange. A law of alchemy.
If it is nothing, then you make your bed and sleep in it. And I will expect you to leave it at that.
A Lover Boy? How very quaint, Applesauce. Very quaint indeed. A shame. You would have brought in a crowd.
That is an easy deal. How very simple of you. So it shall be. You get one ask first. More once you deliver.
Which do you want to know? The things here? I can list them by the names they have chosen for themselves. They think I do not see or know what they do. Unfortunate for them. A bounty for you.
[Normal? She is just a cat, your honor. What harm could she possibly do?]
[A lot. Buckle up, fuckos.]
Perhaps I shall have to make one. A special occasion.
There are these patterns on him. They are called arrays. They are red and if you have not noticed them by now, you are either more dense than I realized or blind.
Two of his have discovered what they do when pushed a certain way. A dangerous thing, but they brought it upon themselves. They connect to directly to his Philosopher's Stone. Like a circuit. Do you know what happens when you overload a circuit? Tits sure did not.
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text. i just think this is funny. help.
Anyway! Tuna or salmon?
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[Talking is not her game. But texting?]
Well if it isn't the bleeder. All your organs where they should be?
I do not care for most names.
You have my attention. For now. Both. But if I must make a choice.
Salmon. Not the garbage from the store. Not the trash they have down here. Upstairs salmon.
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I wouldn't offer if I didn't intend to bring the good stuff! I just thought since I invaded the space the other day and might be doing it more later, I could bring something by.
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Yes. Finest. And what would you have in return? The door is open. He leaves it open. They wander in and stay. That is how it is and I have learned there is nothing to stop it.
So, I will ask you once. What is it you want? He calls it an Equivalent Exchange. A law of alchemy.
If it is nothing, then you make your bed and sleep in it. And I will expect you to leave it at that.
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Equivalent exchange?
[ he thinks about it. he does. then: ]
I'm a nosy guy. I like to know things. You spill the Nest tea on the regular, you get the best of the best from upstairs when I come to visit.
[ it's not a lot, but it's also just bringing her fish. it's no skin off his nose even though he can't just magic food out of nowhere here. ]
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That is an easy deal. How very simple of you. So it shall be. You get one ask first. More once you deliver.
Which do you want to know? The things here? I can list them by the names they have chosen for themselves. They think I do not see or know what they do. Unfortunate for them. A bounty for you.
Or the Sinnerman himself?
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[ oh, he needs to be normal about this.
he does not need to be normal about this, he realizes, so he's going to be insane about it instead: ]
Start with him. Dealer's choice of what it is.
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[A lot. Buckle up, fuckos.]
Perhaps I shall have to make one. A special occasion.
There are these patterns on him. They are called arrays. They are red and if you have not noticed them by now, you are either more dense than I realized or blind.
Two of his have discovered what they do when pushed a certain way. A dangerous thing, but they brought it upon themselves. They connect to directly to his Philosopher's Stone. Like a circuit. Do you know what happens when you overload a circuit? Tits sure did not.
Do an experiment sometime. But watch your throat.