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[psychoticracer]

Well well well. The next time that Sheik boy comes nosing around, I suppose someone ought to tell him he's rather bad at his job.

As for the rest of you...

I do recommend that, should you place a desperate call for help whilst something soul-crushingly terrifying is about to presumably end your life, you list your bloody LOCATION while you're

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[ttlynotawizard]

I hate when I agree with you.

[psychoticracer]

Normally when you agree with me I begin to suspect my logic.

[ttlynotawizard]

Why's that?

[psychoticracer]

Please don't tell me you haven't the faintest idea why the two of us agreeing should be cause for suspicion of insanity on one if not both parts.

[ttlynotawizard]

Only the mad consider themselves perfectly sane.

[psychoticracer]

And if one considers themselves insane?

[ttlynotawizard]

They go through life making sure they're not as insane as the people who think that they're not. Because that's just crazy.

[psychoticracer]

Ah, thank Precursors. For a moment I thought I might have to agree with you on something else.

[ttlynotawizard]

Well what do you do?

[psychoticracer]

Leave the determination of sanity to those who think it means something.

[ttlynotawizard]

Oh good. I was worried you were going to say "run a bar without getting paid."

[psychoticracer]

You'd take my word on what constitutes sanity?

That's disturbing, Remy.

[ttlynotawizard]

Told you, I don't consider myself sane.

[psychoticracer]

You know, that begs the question - who does?

Should take a poll.

[ttlynotawizard]

I've heard rumors about your mother.

Polls are fun.

[psychoticracer]

[Erol scoffs. The idea is ludicrous. He's told perhaps one person about his mother, and Christine, though she had little sense, wouldn't go telling THAT sort of thing to ANYONE. He made quite clear how strict he expected that confidence be kept.]

No you haven' -...

[Although on second thought.]

Actually, that would explain a lot.

Yours?