[Private to Devin]Given your recent adventures, you're in an awfully precarious position to be leaving veiled threats on doorsteps, Kuhl
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I have no idea what you're talking about, Professor.
Fuck. Can't lie. Okay, seriously, what fucking harm did it do? They weren't threats! Christ, it was just some harmless fun. It's not like I'm going to go kill anyone. I'm just fucking around.
I'm not insane, Anser. I'm bored as shit. There's a difference.
With you, there is no difference. Bored, happy, gassy - it all boils down to insane in the end, doesn't it?
They were threats, pure and simple, and your suggesting otherwise insults us both. You may not have had the intention to follow through on them, but they certainly didn't know that, and now I have all of Taledom up in arms over the resurgence of one of history's most brutal serial killers.
Perhaps I should let them cart you off to prison. You could cause me fewer migraines from a cellblock.
And with you it always boils down to cranky. We all have our personality quirks.
They were not threats. They were pranks. Fucking jokes. And if everyone's freaking out about it, then that's their fucking problem. You know, I'm just a misunderstood artist.
The only thing I've done is leave a couple of packages. Barely even a fucking crime. I didn't kill the other bitch, and they'll never convict me for it while I have a decent lawyer on my side. So what? Going to call the pigs over a couple of animal organs?
If you're that pissed off about it, why don't you tell the rest of them that it was me? I'm sure there'll be enough pissed off altruists looking for revenge that I'll never be heard from again.
That's not 'their fucking problem'. That's my fucking problem. And so, much to my eternal chagrin, are you.
What do you think this is, a television courtroom? I don't care if the glove fits, woman - I care if you're causing problems in my camp. And I don't use the police to deal with my problems.
Your proposal is tempting, but the last thing I want storming through my building is a wild-eyed lynch mob. They'd probably just end up burning the place down.
If this behavior doesn't stop immediately, you'll be dealt with quietly, by the Atheneum.
Fuck. Can't lie. Okay, seriously, what fucking harm did it do? They weren't threats! Christ, it was just some harmless fun. It's not like I'm going to go kill anyone. I'm just fucking around.
I'm not insane, Anser. I'm bored as shit. There's a difference.
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They were threats, pure and simple, and your suggesting otherwise insults us both. You may not have had the intention to follow through on them, but they certainly didn't know that, and now I have all of Taledom up in arms over the resurgence of one of history's most brutal serial killers.
Perhaps I should let them cart you off to prison. You could cause me fewer migraines from a cellblock.
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They were not threats. They were pranks. Fucking jokes. And if everyone's freaking out about it, then that's their fucking problem. You know, I'm just a misunderstood artist.
The only thing I've done is leave a couple of packages. Barely even a fucking crime. I didn't kill the other bitch, and they'll never convict me for it while I have a decent lawyer on my side. So what? Going to call the pigs over a couple of animal organs?
If you're that pissed off about it, why don't you tell the rest of them that it was me? I'm sure there'll be enough pissed off altruists looking for revenge that I'll never be heard from again.
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What do you think this is, a television courtroom? I don't care if the glove fits, woman - I care if you're causing problems in my camp. And I don't use the police to deal with my problems.
Your proposal is tempting, but the last thing I want storming through my building is a wild-eyed lynch mob. They'd probably just end up burning the place down.
If this behavior doesn't stop immediately, you'll be dealt with quietly, by the Atheneum.
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So what's the standard Atheneum punishment for harassment anyway? Flogging? Couple of hours in the stocks?
Fine. I won't send any more organs in the mail. You have my word. Scout's honor and fucking shit. For god's sake.
You're a fucking cockblocker.
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No organs. No letters composed of newspaper cutouts. No ominous phone calls filled with heavy breathing. Nothing.
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No organs. No letters. And Jack the Ripper didn't even have a fucking phone.
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