068. Diagnosis

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I don't think I've laughed this hard at society this much before in a long time. Great job, everybody. Wilson. Cameron. Everybody take a bow. You deserve it.

Expected ration of asshole aside, let me pose a philosophical question to those who like to verbally wrestle anyway. Do you know anymore now than you did back then?

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It always has to be about you, huh?

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It pales in comparison to the idea that the City has a need to punish you directly. In the face. Twice.

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Oh it is. But twice? Once is a coincidence. Twice is tempting face and looking suspicious doing so.

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....fate, face?

Get over it. This is great.

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And slapped. That detail is important. Well, slapped again I should say. This is a striking detail.

That's what keeps you from being crushed. Cameron's answer was the same.

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Killjoy.

The greatest wisdom is admitting that you know nothing, according to some dead guy. Lucky him. So. Who hit you?

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He obviously never met me.

Was it your "Roman" hands and "Russian" fingers?

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Don't worry. We'll only talk about this as long as it is interesting or until something worse happens.