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Believe me, I'm not touching that klunk with a ten foot pole.

... Good.

At least no one convinced us to breed you.

[ pausing to consider this. ]

Depending on who we found? Wouldn't have necessarily been the worst part of it.

[ Stop, you're like five. ]

You're too young for that Karen woman.

[He's already rewatched everything, and ... well, did you get a good look at her?]

Otherwise, that'd be gross.

The boss? Pretty sure she'd snap me in half if I tried.

[ He's gotten a good look though. He's gotten several. He works for a babe, but a babe even Minho knows better than to make a move on. For one? He wants to keep his job. ]

That's right. [There was that part.] Lucky kid.

Not sure what your definition of lucky is.

Life sucks, but at least your boss is hot.

[That's his definition of lucky.]

There is always that. Assuming I didn't get myself fired with the whole crazy act.

[He thinks back to her treatment of him as Scarlet Spider with the whole Lunatic crap, and he shakes his head.]

She knew what happened.

Pretty sure she did. Just depends on how cool she is with me actin' like a total slinthead anyway because of it.

If she does that, I'll play "cleric" again. [And swear at her a lot. A lot a lot.]

Pass. No offense, dude, but you're the worst adviser I've ever had.

Heh, I was pretty fucking annoying, huh. [And he never swore. What a terrible four days of his life.]

[ Tell Minho about it. God, he missed Glader slang. ]

You were a pompous ass, dude.

Never again.

I sure as hell hope not.

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