entry thirty five: swing lives in mistrust.

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Doctor. DOCTOR. What happened to those mutated chocolates? Can't we have the mutated chocolates?

It's so very pink. All the drinks have the sort of names a seamstress couldn't invent. They're all mixed, too. I don't trust mixed drinks.

Bloody wizards.

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[pleasesmirk]

But you went and got your hopes up and now we ended up here. Mutated chocolates would be brilliant right now.

Not on top of everything else, mind.

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...how?

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Or they could gang up on us with them.

I loled. Swing has no sense of humour. :/

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It's all silly, Doctor.

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Yes, Doctor, they are. Admittedly, if we quantified 'silly', this place would come higher on the scale, but they're still outrageously silly.

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I really would rather not. See silly or go travelling with you. This place is bad enough.

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I'd rather just stick with what I know.

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It's controlled. Or easier to control.