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[command_dot_com]

After yesterday's little event Dot's mood went from mildly annoying to seriously pissed, and has remained relatively constant since then. During work most of the staff were treated today to a visage of a side of her they thought had been left behind during the cycles of Megabyte's reign

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[first_sixth]

Dot looks almost pissed enough that the uniformed Ranger who walks up to her wonders if Bob let slip some mention about the (fortunately vetoed) strippers.

"I hope I'm not the one responsible for that expression," Tommy says carefully, sitting down next to the Command.Com.

[command_dot_com]

"Not unless you're with a certain primitive human who believes that human women are by nature, physically weaker and inferior to men." Dot says coolly setting another shot glass face down on the bartop.

[first_sixth]

"Nope. Having dated two female Rangers, I think I can be secure in the belief that human women can not only be just as capable as most guys, but five times as scary when they wanna be." Tommy picks up the glass of brandy that materializes in front of him. "Actually, the same seems to apply to females in general, regardless of species."

He gives Dot an incredulous look. "Don't tell me someone actually said that to you..."

[command_dot_com]

"To. My. Face." Each word is cut short and simple and really describes the entire mood of that conversation. Angry, and very very barely restrained. "Security interviened before I lost my temper."