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Cata's tended to ignore that strange box with the pictures since that time it shouted about cleaning products. For all that, though, she does have to admit it can be slightly more interesting than the things she actually has to do to get ready for her classes. (Those start in two days. She's more prepared than last year, but still not ready.)
Even the television at the end of the universe must have commercials; as far as Cata can tell, they're interruptions that make less sense than all this business with the sea creatures. But this one in particular has a ring of familiarity to it that's kept her attention.
"Enter the minds of contract killers - men for whom murder is business," a man says; Cata stares at the box for a long moment.
"What, only men?" she finally says.
(OOC: Because she's been saying this since I first saw the actual commercial yesterday, so I thought I'd give her the chance to say it out loud.)
Even the television at the end of the universe must have commercials; as far as Cata can tell, they're interruptions that make less sense than all this business with the sea creatures. But this one in particular has a ring of familiarity to it that's kept her attention.
"Enter the minds of contract killers - men for whom murder is business," a man says; Cata stares at the box for a long moment.
"What, only men?" she finally says.
(OOC: Because she's been saying this since I first saw the actual commercial yesterday, so I thought I'd give her the chance to say it out loud.)