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[enigmaestro]

[Bbbrrring. Brrrinnng.]

[afeatherpillow]

[Click.]

Hello?

[enigmaestro]

[Oh, and he's so cocky about it, too.]

A phrase of the former, and now no longer.
Made middle with philosophy sans greeting and the science of -- a name.
Marked at the end by the alias of war-worn sanctuary.

[afeatherpillow]

Hello, Edward.

[enigmaestro]

Be nice and play along.

[afeatherpillow]

[Please, he almost says. He's tired. Is this important?]

The greeting in philosophy is 'hi.'

[enigmaestro]

Oh, you're doing it step by step, aren't you? Like picking the stones out of a mosaic -- yes, you're right, that is the greeting. Now disregard it and tell me what's left.

Unless you simply want the answer.

[afeatherpillow]

P and losophy, and sophy is the science. P lo.

[Pillow. Pause.]

Plo? I don't want the answer. I know you don't like when I ask for the answer.

[enigmaestro]

No, no, no, I'm in such a giving mood, Katurian. You needn't fear my wrath, today. I promise you.

[Magnanimous beat.]

You're right, that bit is plo. Snuggled between ex -- a phrase of the former, and now no longer -- and sion -- marked at the end by the alias of war-worn sanctuary, Zion alias Sion.

Explosion. Our little, darling explosion.

[afeatherpillow]

Oh. [Awkward pause.] How are you?

[enigmaestro]

Delighted, now that I have the blueprints for Deitech's two New York locations. Its third manufacturer's hub is in Jersey, I almost decided to spare it because, well -- hasn't it suffered enough? New Jersey. Really.

So anyway, we'll be exploding those wretched places next week. [Aside:] Can you imagine what lured Osborn to use a company called Deitech? The sheer ego, dear God.

[A beat.]

And he knows, of course. I've already told him, so this should be rather invigorating. Ciao.

[Click.]