video;

[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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[watersmoothed]

Which problem?

The job thing, or the whole "inanimate objects talking to me" thing?

[shutuptowel]

I'd rather not mention the second issue.

[watersmoothed]

But you mentioned it a few seconds ago.

[shutuptowel]

Yes. Well...

It's okay for me to do it.

[watersmoothed]

Oh it's one of those things. All right, I see how it is.

[JUST GIVES HIM A BIT OF A LOOK]

What was your old job then? Towel whispering? Asking people's toasters why they suddenly decided to burn their owner's toast?

[shutuptowel]

[SNIFFS AND SITS A BIT TALLER IN HIS SEAT, LOOKING DOWN AT THE COMM EXCUSE YOU]

I was an accountant.

[watersmoothed]

[KAYCEE LIKES BEING A LITTLE SHIT OKAY?

also trying to sound sincerely interested by failing because she's messing with him.]

...so you talked to calculators?

[shutuptowel]

No!

[Somewhat sadly.]

It was before I got my powers.

[watersmoothed]

[OH THIS GENUINELY INTERESTS HER!]

Did you get them from a freak accident or something?

[shutuptowel]

Alfredo sauce.

[watersmoothed]

What?

[shutuptowel]

Radioactive alfredo sauce. It was in the chicken alfredo dish I ordered. Part of a supervillain's plot or something; I don't remember who.

1/2

[watersmoothed]

[watersmoothed]

Okay, you're shitting me.

[shutuptowel]

It tasted awful.

[watersmoothed]

...that's a horrible origin story I demand something better.

If you're going to lie at least make it interesting.