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[anthy_rosebride]

*A massive BOOM splits the air, and the bar is filled with rose petals and flying dirt. Anthy lands on a table. She sits up, fumbling for her glasses, and tries to look as though nothing has happened.*

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[bobby_gadling]

*brushes dirt from his notebook and looks resignedly at Anthy.*

Thank you. Thank you so much. I needed that.

*it is obvious that he is well on his way to drunkenness,*

[bobby_gadling]

Did you take my notebook?

You took my notebook! Christ! That's private.

[anthy_rosebride]

*looks guiltier*

Well, that's what happens when you get drunk. See?

[bobby_gadling]

Give it back.

[anthy_rosebride]

*meekly hands it over*

[bobby_gadling]

*glares*

It's mine; it's not your business. I didn't mean anyone to read that.

[anthy_rosebride]

I'm sorry.

You know --

[bobby_gadling]

I know what?

[anthy_rosebride]

If you have to care about things, you should at least be smart about it. But you're not.

[bobby_gadling]

Well, thank you so much for letting me know. You are now the second person in two days to call me stupid. And I don't. Care about things.

[anthy_rosebride]

I wonder why that could be.

Yes, of course you don't care about things. My mistake. Now if you'll excuse me, my garden needs fertilizer, and your cat isn't particularly useful otherwise.

[bobby_gadling]

*freezes*

WHAT?

[anthy_rosebride]

But of course you don't care.

[bobby_gadling]

It's my cat! Of course I care about my cat.

[anthy_rosebride]

Maybe I'll just send Paul back to that tank thing for eternity. He's no good for fertilizer, but he annoys people. Someone should do something.

[bobby_gadling]

*stares at the bottle from which he's been drinking. It's tequila, as it turns out.*

I don't know why you're doing this. It's not helping.