c] voice;

[enigmaestro]

[There's a series of taps overheard, something very akin to Morse code, tap TAP tap tap tap TAP tap tap TAP tap tap tap TAP tap tap tap -- stop -- TAP TAP tap -- stop

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[enigmaestro]

You have me held in such suspense.

[enigmaestro]

Everypony -- are you kidding -- tapping game? No, it's simply Morse. Call it an idle habit, if you will. I may revisit the foregone mind control conclusion.

[akjshjas]

[enigmaestro]

[Mostly to himself:] This is torture. That's what it is. Torture. There is no other feasible answer.

[HE'S STARING AT THIS COMMUNICATOR DEVICE... In some mix of horror and fascinating. For like two minutes. ]

Quick! What is your name?

[enigmaestro]

[That sound is something he notes. He's so tempted to brush it off as too ludicrous, but...]

Pinkie. Pie.

[He cannot believe he just said those words.]

A pleasure to make your acquaintance. You may call me Edward -- You don't have feet, do you? Human feet. That sound has too deep a resonance to be clogs, or any other wooden-based footwear. And it lacks the tang of mere metal.

[enigmaestro]

[Pause. Pause.]

Is Doctor Destiny doing this? Because it is not funny. Not at all funny.

[enigmaestro]

I'm sorry, are you asking if I get easily distracted when I "shop for something pretty"?

[enigmaestro]

No.

I am not ever easily distracted.

[Wait...]

And I have entirely masculine tastes.