twelfth prayer. obfuscating stupidity. [video]

[satangotmylungs]

[Video opens on a ceiling. That's about it, really. Some smoke wafts about on the screen from time to time, but it's still, really, just a ceiling. John's voice comes from the side.You know...waaaay back when I first got here, I addressed everyone here as assholes. Some brat with a superiority complex called me out on it, but it didn't do much.

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[morethanafour]

[Elena grins. She's still in the clinic - looking overly pale, though better than she was a couple days ago. She thinks the man could have been a bit more diplomatic, but, she's not going to rain on his parade. He's definitely got the right idea.]

Good for you, John.

[A pause.]

Good to see you're doing alright too. Did the 'groceries' help you get by?

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[satangotmylungs]

[John's still out frame. Sorry, Pale One.]

Yeah, good for John.

I ate that peanut butter like nobody's business, thank you. It was heartwarming, really.

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[morethanafour]

[Blink.]

Just the peanut butter?

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[satangotmylungs]

...the bread's in the kitchen for later...?

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[morethanafour]

[That's not what she meant, but...she's not really going to bother to clarify.]

At least you didn't waste it.

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[satangotmylungs]

[IT'S JUST AS GOOD ON IT'S OWN OKAY.

OK.]

No ma'am, nothing goes to waste around here.

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[morethanafour]

[She nods.]

Well, take care, John.

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[satangotmylungs]

Yeah, you too, babe.