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[no_afterword]

... what the --

What is this? [hissed, furiously, without really realizing the intercom is on.]

Are we supposed to live like this? Who would approve of something like this without even asking us if we had an opinion on the matter?

[a short pause followed by a long, slow hiss - and yes, that is a real hiss.]

An explanation would be greatly

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[insertbadtouchy]

...my bed is awfully lonely if you would like to help occupy it, my dear Chase.

[no_afterword]

The idea that you would even insinuate that on a public airway disgusts me to my very bones.

[insertbadtouchy]

Oh. I'm sorry!

Were we supposed to keep that hush hush?

[no_afterword]

There is no "that".

Unless you need my assistance in a therapy, doctor, kindly keep your distance from me.

[insertbadtouchy]

...you certainly change your tune when in public. There's no need to be ashamed!

[no_afterword]

[outright. disgusted. sound.]

[insertbadtouchy]

Something the matter, dear?

[no_afterword]

I don't suppose you'd sign a transfer request.

[insertbadtouchy]

And give up my ever-so-lovely assistant?

I think not!

I'm keeping you at my side forever!

[no_afterword]

... aren't I fortunate.

[insertbadtouchy]

Extremely! I know I thank my good graces that I was bestowed with such a lovely and capable assistant!

[no_afterword]

[FLATTERY WILL GET YOU NOWHERE, CYRIL.] At least you're properly grateful.

[insertbadtouchy]

Stop by tonight and I'll show you how grateful I am, my dear.

[no_afterword]

I'm afraid I need to resettle myself, so I'll have to pass.

[insertbadtouchy]

A dreadful shame.

I'll be waiting for you tomorrow!

[no_afterword]

If you have a therapy to perform that requires my assistance, yes. If not, then I will find other work to do.