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[jemaine]

Jemaine, having found the Compound with the assistance of The Most Beautiful Girl on the Beach (that he'd seen yesterday), had slept curled up on top of his guitar case the night before, and upon finding Bret still not there when he woke up, decided that it was imperative he handle this situation head-on

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[deaths_relation]

Susan was sitting in her usual chair in the rec room when the door opened and a slightly strange looking man popped his head around the door asking about New Zealand.

"What's a New Zealand?"

[jemaine]

Jemaine blinked at her for a moment and then said, sounding scandalized, "It's a country!"

[deaths_relation]

"Really?" she asked, genuinely interested. "Is it a big one?"

[jemaine]

Jemaine really wasn't used to women being interested in what he had to say, and for a second it threw him off and he wasn't sure what to do.

Finally, he stepped into the room and said, "It's... cozy." Pause, and then added, "Way better than Australia, though."

[deaths_relation]

Susan had begin to realise that if she was going to be spending a lot of time with a blank expression on her face if she didnt take every opportunity to learn about the places other people were from. It would also help if she intended on teaching the kids something other than 'Mr Dinosaur has sharp teeth'.

"Australia...I dont think I've heard of that one either. What's New Zealand like, then?"

[jemaine]

"There's a fence made out of toothbrushes," Jemaine offered.

[deaths_relation]

"Held together with toothpaste, I presume." she said, with a definite tone. Susan suspected she may be the butt of some joke she didnt quite understand. Even Bloody Stupid Johnson wouldn't have built a fence made out of toothbrushes.

[jemaine]

"No," said Jemaine, "I believe it involves wires and bits of string. But there are over fifty toothbrushes." Pause. "It's not a very big fence. Yet."

[deaths_relation]

Susan frowned, slightly. "Why a toothbrush fence, exactly?"

[jemaine]

"I don't know," Jemaine admitted. "I didn't make it." He tried to think of something else. "There are seventy million sheep in New Zealand."

[deaths_relation]

70 million? "How many people are there?" Susan asked, suspiciously. If New Zealand really was cozy, Susan thought there perhaps wouldnt be room for any people.

[jemaine]

"Ah... about, um, forty million. Well. Forty million minus two since me and Bret left."

[deaths_relation]

"So the sheep run the country, then?" New Zealand sounded like an interesting place. It sounded like a person could really be alone* there.

*Unless you count the sheep, but who would?

[jemaine]

"Um," said Jemaine, "a small number of those forty million people? Helen Clark. And Queen Elizabeth. Though sometimes I forget which one's which."

[deaths_relation]

"Shame. Sheep can be very intelligent."

She couldnt help herself, especially after the toothbrush fence.

"My name is Susan, by the way."

[jemaine]

Jemaine realized at this point that he had been talking to an attractive woman for nearly five minutes now without making an ass of himself.

"My name is Jemaine," he said.