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[ The video feed is purposeful, for once, as Eames reclines back into a lounge chair, feet propped up in front of him with his brand new spankin' device in hand - a version that doesn't have the screen cracked and flooded, for instance. He wiggles his fingers at the tiny camera.Needless to say, less than ninety-six hours here, and you deities have

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[ It's unnecessary to point out that Eames hasn't got anything to buy such forthcoming citizens drinks with, so Arthur skips to the other thing. ]

Make any new friends?

[ Said the dead man to the living. ]

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Well, I have to replace my dead one.

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We were friends?

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I see the lack of heartbeat hasn't numbed your tongue.

How about you? Come across anything useful?

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Sort of what they do. I'm pretty sure it's in their job description.

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What, turning people into furniture?

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You were turned into furniture?

I was talking about the harass part.

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That I was.

True, I know of that part - I was more possibly impressed [ or not at all ] at the new forms harassment has taken.