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[cantgetlaidin]

[At first there is mumbling in German as he attempts to dial a number on the phone. Agitated, he raises his voice.]

Is this thing even--!

[A brief pause. When he speaks again it's with a forced calm.]

Right. This morning I awoke in a strange house and there is some lunatic woman here claiming to be my wife. If this is some kind of elaborate

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[motheringnation]

Germany?

Ah-...I'm afraid it's not that easy to leave.

[motheringnation]

Y-Yes...B-but....I-it's the t-truth....

[Why...from that time?]

[cantgetlaidin]

Saying that over and over won't make me believe it.

[motheringnation]

....w-well....telling me that I'm wrong isn't going to change the facts either.

[cantgetlaidin]

You are wrong, but I'm not willing to waste my time having a pointless argument about it.

[motheringnation]

[She sighs.]

Continue to tell yourself that if it makes you feel better.

Oh and by the way? You lose the war.

[And with that she hangs up.]

[cantgetlaidin]

I--!

[He listens to the dial tone for a moment.]

...what rubbish.

[And then he hangs up too.]