37. That's what she said

[madetothwart]

[The journals suddenly start recording rather odd noises; it starts with the catchy country-style LP of 'Jesus is the Telephone Repairman on the switchboard of my life'1, and is joined rather soon afterwards by a surprised sounding English voice.]

Well... I say, Miss Dalma!

[A woman's voice follows shortly after, her tone a mix of fascination

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[painhumbles]

....Do I have to even say anything?

[painhumbles]

[Snorting more] The barn I was born in?

[madetothwart]

You were created just like me, so don't be so obtuse.

[painhumbles]

I thought I was being acute, myself... Or maybe just adorable.

[BA-DUMP-TISH.]

[madetothwart]

Alas, though the pun was quite good, neither descriptor could be applied to you.

[painhumbles]

Now you're just hurting my feelings. What would Ms. Dalma say?

[inherbones]

If you wish to join us, you can.

[She's managed to piece together quite quickly how this must sound. So she'll be happily fanning the flames.]

[painhumbles]

[Oh, he LIKES you, Tia Dalma.]

No thanks. I don't do group jobs. Kudos for making a man out of Az though.

[inherbones]

Oh, I have not finished yet. Much more left to do, more joys to discover.

[painhumbles]

By all means. He's really needed this- see if you can do something about the stick in his ass.

[inherbones]

I certainly will~