VI. Punchdrunk.

[maleficentia]

For Christ's sake, there is a difference between COMPLICATED and COMPLEX. Why'd you have to go and make things so COMPLEX /// Why'd you have to go and COMPLICATE things.

[...]

and that will be all.

[...] For that matter, why in the world is that woman allowed to exist

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[strucktwelve]

We should have a party.

[maleficentia]

Democratic?

[strucktwelve]

And how would you expect me to live with myself?

[maleficentia]

you Commie.

[strucktwelve]

Well, I am red.

[maleficentia]

Prudence. Prudence. My red pen has died on the battlefield, blood spilt in the vain attempt of getting undergraduates to regulate their ideas.

[strucktwelve]

I'll send Skippy with reinforcements.

[maleficentia]

who in god's name is Skippy.

It better not be an angry obese man that insists on dressing like a sailor.

[maleficentia]

For if it is, I will throw him out on his corpulunt posterior. Throw. Him. Out.

[strucktwelve]

Not a fat sailor. You can rest easy.

[maleficentia]

I will never rest easy again, with the knowledge that you are comfortable sending truckloads of strangers to my address.

The neighbors, you see. It offends their delicate sensibilities.

[strucktwelve]

I was trying to do you a favour!

[maleficentia]

I do not pay for sex, trollop

[strucktwelve]

[strucktwelve]

[maleficentia]

The way I go on? You are an odd duck.

Ha. Is that better?