[Komui's standing in a clearing in his avalanche of a room, wrapped up tight in many layers. The room is being lit by strings of bare bulbs connected to a whirring battery pack. On the floor beside him is a tool that was once one of his overly-large drills, but now resembles a beefed-up nightmare of a jackhammer, half the length of his bed.]
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What you'd prefer is the opportunity for more of these beautiful works of destruction to be created in the future.
Give it a heft. If it's too heavy I'll take off some of the super-cool extra features.
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Haircare incident-? Should I even ask?
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I will say one thing in my defence: it did everything he wanted and he completely overreacted to a minor, easily fixable side effect.
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Kid, you just said two very magic phrases - coffee and bunsen burner. How the hell did you manage those on Crazy Town Rations?
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[He plunges his hands into the piles of paper on his desk and extracts a cup. He blows into it, sending out a flurry of dust]
That's not too dirty to use. As for the supplies I've got good contacts, a habit of hoarding and three years to perfect my recycling.
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Consider me there, friend. Let me just get myself together.
[He started grabbing his coat, and went to tighten his tie, thoughtfulness slipping over his face.]
Those are some amazing contacts, chum.
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So what should I call you, Mr Mystery Visitor? I'm Komui Lee.
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Once in front of the door she knocks soundly. She's still in what she arrived in, blanket draped over her shoulders like a shawl.]
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Hello! Welcome in! The coffee's on the desk, but if you kick your own path through don't knock the bulbs.
[He pulls back slightly and what he means becomes clear: His floor is awash with books, paper, mechanical parts and clothing with just a few narrow paths cleared from bed to desk to door]
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I'll be there soon.
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