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[noracingstripes]

[There's a sound like a rustle as the device is turned on, as if whoever has it is holding it too close to their face. The voice sounds furious.]

Stephen, I swear to fucking Christ -- if he's put you up to this I'm going to fucking kill you. Where the hell am I?

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[born_crooked]

Not where you were before.

[born_crooked]

[B can't really argue with that.]

Do you smoke a lot?

[noracingstripes]

Mmm. I don't see why not.

[born_crooked]

Cancer.

[noracingstripes]

Yeah, well. Shit happens.

[born_crooked]

You're awfully pessimistic.

[noracingstripes]

If I'm going to get cancer, the damage is probably done.

[born_crooked]

Probably.

[noracingstripes]

So I might as well.

[He sounds slightly awkward; he's aware it sounds as though he's asking for Ryuzaki to back him up. In reality, he just isn't sure how else to reply.]

[born_crooked]

That's fallacious reasoning, I'm afraid.

[noracingstripes]

Sorry to disappoint.

[born_crooked]

I'm not disappointed.

[noracingstripes]

It's not a big deal, anyway.

[born_crooked]

Some people think it is.

[noracingstripes]

Smoking, or cancer?

[born_crooked]

Both.