he wakes

[persolvo]

Sure, we had a deal. Once. Don't mean I'm eager to rekindle that flame now you're knee-deep in feelin' sorry for me. I don't need your pity, and I sure as all hell don't need your crazy ideas. Nothin' good's ever come out of either one.

Just finish what you started, sweetheart, and let me be. Get us both some closure.

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[dinesandblasts]

…sweetheart? You call your mun...sweetheart?

Suddenly you seem really creepy.

[persolvo]

I was goin' a little more for patronizing.

[dinesandblasts]

Only creeps call people sweetheart! And !!-- well, people from 1960s!

You've heard of sexual harassment, right? Because I think your mun can sue.

[persolvo]

I got high doubts she cares that much. Besides, on my end of things, it's 1912. That get me a pass?

[dinesandblasts]

You better not be Jack the Ripper. I've got a raygun and I know how to use it!

[ Because that's all she needs right now. Last week it was a zombie Ivan the Terrible who spewed acid at the milkshake machine. And that sonofabitch ruined one damn fine milkshake machine! Worse because she has to use one tiny blender to make fifteen milkshakes of different varieties now until Plato gets the damn machine fixed. ]

[persolvo]

I didn't come here for no trouble. And what's a raygun?

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Expect'n them to finish anything never goes well. They only ever get more ideas- especially if they keep chatt'n with their friends.