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[shutuptowel]

[Look! It's Martin! Without his towel for once (thank god). Instead he is sitting at a desk covered in torn-open letters. Both his elbows are on the desk, head in his hands. His fingers curl and tug at his hair as he stares, wide-eyed and very clearly distraught at the various letters.]

27... I have been rejected 27 times. [He whips around to look

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[revetment]

Oh, Martin. That's not pathetic.

[shutuptowel]

I'm having a very hard time trying to figure out if this is sarcasm.

[revetment]

I'm entirely serious, Martin. The economy is in a very bad state. You're not alone.

[shutuptowel]

27 rejections doesn't seem like a normal occurrence...

[revetment]

Yes, well.

[shutuptowel]

What's that supposed to mean?

[revetment]

We all don't have the best of luck.

[shutuptowel]

Says the talking wall.

[revetment]

I don't see how that's relevant. Was that even necessary?

[shutuptowel]

I thought walls were supposed to have thick skins.

[revetment]

I'm not JUST a wall. I'm sentient. I have feelings.

There's no joke in that.

[shutuptowel]

You're seriously offended?

[revetment]

Yes!

[shutuptowel]

Oh.

Well.... [Oh my god he's never... apologized to an object before okay.]

I'm... sorry then, I suppose.

[revetment]

Oh. Thank you.

I wasn't actually serious

[shutuptowel]

Jerk.