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[stopped_signal]

You know, it gets hard out here for a dead supergenius hacker extraordinaire.

The little toys only take up so much time in a day, and really the posthumous commissions just aren't coming like they used to. You know ... that ... one time. Two times? The point is that Mr. Universe is just a tiny bit bored

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[kein_tannenbaum]

Dairine had a laptop (admittedly it had legs and spoke in triads, but it was still a laptop!), so Filif is somewhat familiar with the device that he is peering at.

"Are they fighting against grammar?" He asks, sincerely confused.

[stopped_signal]

Mr. Universe grins, not missing a beat.

"Well, in the--"

Then he looks up, and. Stops.

Um. Huh.

Thaaaaat's a talking tree.

.... This was so bound to happen eventually, wasn't it?

"Wow," he says, regarding Filif with wide eyes. He shakes his head sadly. "I am down to my very last marble, aren't I?"

[kein_tannenbaum]

"--Are you?" Filif rustles, startled, not exactly sure where this twist to the conversation came from.

[stopped_signal]

Mr. Universe watches the rustling with a mixture of resignation and (despite himself) curiosity.

"I just may be," he says sagely, nodding. "Not that I have much basis for comparison-- aside from everyone's favorite bundle of governmentally-reprogrammed joy, that is. Then again, you'd think my first psychotic breakdown would involve a little more by way of extended bar fights and less by way of ... you."

Beat.

"... Although I guess it could always be a delayed onset of cabin fever."