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[imacop]

Look, why don't we work this out nice and easy, huh? You don't want me and I don't want to be here. The simple solution would be to let me leave.

Yeah, but you're not going to do that, are you. Yep. Didn't think so. What exactly do you plan to do with me? I can tell you right now it's not going to be what you think. All of that running around, sticking me into embarrassing situations, making me learn life lessons. Your average afterschool special, right?

Maybe in an insane asylum.

I don't think so. I get enough of that from my day job. I don't need anyone co-opting my life, capisce?

You don't even think I have a personality. I have a personality! I'm not just--some look-alike to that pirate guy who's also in here. This is too weird for me, man. Why don't we just go our seperate ways?

And stop saying I look twelve. Jeez. Can't a guy look young for his age without taking a bunch of crap for it?

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[imacop]

[...What even? Is there no one normal at all for him to talk to? Gah.]

[But, fine, fine.] Yeah, sure. Sure. You're not a cop. [Whatever you say, man.]

Where did your, uh. Agent get that idea from? [You wanna give him a little context?]

[greatest_monster]

You do look twelve. [He can't help agreeing with Gene. The whole nonchalant, fuck-off-man twitchiness doesn't help you seem any older.]

I run a supragovernmental organization. Some of the work distantly resembles law enforcement. Distantly.

[imacop]

[Have a blank look that's too polite to be a sneer but isn't quite a smile. He nods.] Thanks. [Yeah; he's got that. Seems to be a popular opinion.]

[But woah. Supragovernmental organisation? Seriously?] You also a fan of Raymond Chandler and James Bond? [Because that's the kind of thing that only exists in bad crime novels. Or the brains of conspiracy theorists.]