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Post by Perceptor on Apr 20, 2011 21:22:37 GMT -5
// When I am released from the Brig, I will murder you. //
Perceptor sounds... almost calm.
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Post by Mirage on Apr 20, 2011 21:38:07 GMT -5
//Perceptor?//
Imagine the sound of a record scratching here.
//I beg your pardon?//
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Post by Perceptor on Apr 20, 2011 21:42:21 GMT -5
// Your comment. // A little less calm, a bit more clipped now, but still... rather too... even for the chaos that is brewing in Medical. // Drift is convinced that I had designs upon him. //
// I am being escorted. To the Brig. // For doing his job. // I thought you should know that I plan on murdering you when I am released. //
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Post by Mirage on Apr 20, 2011 21:44:26 GMT -5
//What? But that was completely innocent teasing! Surely no one would take that seriously!//
//You're Perceptor!//
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Post by Perceptor on Apr 20, 2011 21:50:51 GMT -5
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// I am... "Perceptor." // That right there? That's the hole Mirage is digging, getting deeper by an order of magnitude.
// Because obviously, no one would possibly be serious with Perceptor. // And just when Perceptor had thought that the day could not get any more insulting. Bravo, Mirage. Bravo.
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Post by Mirage on Apr 20, 2011 21:56:24 GMT -5
Mirage groans.
//No! That isn't what I meant at all!//
//Perceptor, I meant that you are entirely too focused and diligent a physician to ever treat your patients in such a manner. The seriousness with which you perform your duties is almost painfully obvious. How could anyone mistake your intentions?//
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Post by Perceptor on Apr 20, 2011 22:02:00 GMT -5
// Really. //
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Post by Mirage on Apr 20, 2011 22:07:36 GMT -5
//Yes, really!//
Very persuasive comeback there, Mirage.
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Post by Perceptor on Apr 20, 2011 22:15:12 GMT -5
So Perceptor is a nerd. He's such a huge nerd, in fact, that it's obvious just looking at him.
// I am well aware of how everyone views me, Mirage. // After all, Mirage said it himself. He's Perceptor. // If you do not mind, shall gather the shreds of my dignity now. //
The line goes dead.
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