What's in a name?

[neo_beethoven]

My name is Schroeder. It is not simply what I prefer to be called but it is my full, legal name. I enjoy the way it sounds, almost regal like the great composers centuries ago. I like the way it looks when written across a page, as if the only proper way to do so is in flowing calligraphy with its appropriate pen. Unfortunately at the moment I'm

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[basement_rerun]

You've never been a freak to me, never will be, either.

[neo_beethoven]

I don't know. I suppose I just get stuck on that word. When you said it, it resonated with me more than anything.

[basement_rerun]

But you're not a freak, Schro. Anyone who calls you that is stupid.

[neo_beethoven]

I know, I know. It's merely a word I get stupidly sensitive about. I apologize.

[basement_rerun]

There's no need to apologize, Schro. It's understandable.

[neo_beethoven]

So. Vegas.

[basement_rerun]

Are you packed yet?

[neo_beethoven]

Depends on your definition of packed...

[basement_rerun]

You're not, are you?

[neo_beethoven]

I have selected my underwear.

[basement_rerun]

...maybe I'll just go without you.

[neo_beethoven]

It was my idea, you had better not.

[basement_rerun]

Who's the one who's packed, and who's not?

[neo_beethoven]

Fine. I take back what I said. May I ask for your assistance in packing?

[basement_rerun]

I guess I have to, don't I?

[neo_beethoven]

You don't have to-have to.