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[notamartian]

[on a patch of grass in nearly the middle of Camp, the Doctor is chilling. You might note, however, that he looks a bit more confused than usual.

The reason may or may not be this:]

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[lordoverflowers]

...?

[notamartian]

Bit strange, isn't it?

[lordoverflowers]

That's right. Why are you just sitting there and not doing...whatever the hell it is you do.

[notamartian]

Mostly because I'm hoping the person who put it there would come back so I can point out the logical fallacy.

... I didn't say I was productive all the time, after all.

[lordoverflowers]

What are you talking about, stupid. There's nothing wrong here.

[notamartian]

... there isn't? Haven't you noticed the slight irony in putting a sign up to ask for no signs? At all?

[lordoverflowers]

How did you want the asshole to tell you not to put a sign up then, dumbass.

[notamartian]

But, in doing it he ... put up a sign ... it's hypocritical? [SENSING SOMEHOW that this argument isn't going to gel.]

[lordoverflowers]

Haaaaah?! Why would a hippo be critical? They can't talk. *pffffffffffft oh man you're duuuumb*

[notamartian]

No, hypocritical, not ...

It's really useless, isn't it?

[lordoverflowers]

Yes, you are. Roasted chicken.

[notamartian]

... what about roast chicken?

[lordoverflowers]

You're going to cook it for me.

[notamartian]

No. No, I don't think I am.

[lordoverflowers]

You just said you weren't doing anything.

[notamartian]

Yes, but that doesn't mean I want to be occupied with doing your household chores.