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[fortunefavours]

Okay, I get it, you're having fun with me.

And you know what? I'm having fun too! I'm awesome! People love me! I love me! Let's literally never stop doing this, I mean ever.

But, and hear me out, you're gonna have to make a decision soon. And you're obviously way more comfortable with me, soooooo. Why not make things easy for yourself? Tag around a bit. Build up some threads, and, you know. Forget about that other guy. Let's take this new heights!

I mean what could go wrong, right? I'm a rockstar.

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[lottawork]

'Rockstar?'

...biologists.

You realizing asking 'what could go wrong' is practically an open invitation to get incredibly and immediately and implausibly fucked over by the machinations of the universe?

[fortunefavours]

Oh, come on, the 'oh no biologists aren't real scientists blah blah blah' schtick? Really? I mean, what are you, a geologist or something? You think you're so cool. Rocks aren't cool.

Anyway, I know about getting incredibly immediately implausibly fucked over by the universe, dude. I eat incredible immediate implausible machinations for lunch. I am unfuckable.

- wait - shit - not like that.

[lottawork]

Geologist? Try mathematician. But truly, impeccable skills of deduction, I'm deeply impressed.

You realize also that there are only so many scientifically anomalous events one can withstand before it simply becomes unsustainable?

[Not like he'd know or anything. Or that he's just as often the one who gets fucked as he is the one who does the fucking.]

[Wait. No. Not like that either.]

[norabbits]

A little full of yourself Newt?