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[blaising_fury]

I see the bucaiolo are acting out as they often do, yet again upon these books for all of us to witness. Tell me, Finch-Fletchley, do you never tire of being the resident bocchinara? Perhaps not, as it is becoming evident that it is a role you were born to play. I do not fault you this, as we all have our own roles which we were born to play.

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[bootme]

While I am aware you only implied me, rather than mentioning me by name, I have a request. Namely, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to humbly ask that you kindly shut the bloody fuck up.

[bullystrode]

I believe this was Blaise's request of you and Finch-Fletchley.

[bootme]

If you think that, in my ideal world, any of this would be in public, you are obviously living in a dream world, possibly inhabited by overlarge rabbits.

[bullystrode]

Rabbits?

[bootme]

Giant ones. In varying shades of pink and green.

[bullystrode]

The pink is wretched. Green might be tolerable.

[bootme]

'Wretched' is rather the point in this case. Purple, then.

[bullystrode]

Overlarge and purple? That definitely qualifies as wretched. However, I prefer my dream worlds without wretchedness. If I wanted that I would stay in this dull one.

[bootme]

I think that applies to everyone. However, I also think the original point was the wretchedness of perception in general, which has not been touched on in the slightest.

[bullystrode]

I will give you that.

[bootme]

Very good, then.

[blaising_fury]

You think much of yourself to think I'd even go so far as to include you in any implication that would come from my quill.

[bootme]

Why, yes. In fact, I do. It's one of my best features, I think, and it doesn't mean I'm wrong.