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[mrfencemaster]

You think anyone would be interested in a Fencing Club?

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[oohhamburgers]

I would, but apparently fencing = sex to some people. I wish I could join, but I would hate to be a harpy.

xoxo
Christine

[mrfencemaster]

Hey, when you make fun of yourself, it gives me nothing to work with.

[oohhamburgers]

I don't understand how people can rub salt in wounds. Explain to me what it's like being that person.

[mrfencemaster]

It's kind of fun.

But not when someone does it for you.

[oohhamburgers]

Well, I'm sorry for stealing your thunder. Maybe you can be angry at Spock, too. He called me a Harpy.

[mrfencemaster]

Wait-wait-wait! What?

Spock called you a harpy? Hold on.

You're kidding, right?

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What the heck?! Why? That's... no. No. That doesn't make sense.

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Really?

[oohhamburgers]

I wish I was. He called me a harpy in front of the entire galley. And spilled plomeek soup on me. And then he left.

Maybe I will join your fencing club. I have nothing to feel guilty about. I mean, hamburgers, it's silly.

By the way, I know you probably wouldn't know anything about a fencing manual being sent to me, but it's appreciated [:

[mrfencemaster]

... And I missed it? Darn.

I have no clue what you're talking about. But you should probably read up on that chapter about the history of fencing. It's pretty interesting.

[oohhamburgers]

Mmhm. I have that chapter open right now. As well as a nice glass of wine.

Not that you would know about the handbook or anything.

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[mrfencemaster]

Wine? Better be a pinot noir.

[oohhamburgers]

I'm a lady, Mr. Sulu. Of course it is [:

[mrfencemaster]

Good. 'Cuz that's the only wine worth drinking.