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[thearseman]

All right, mate, now you look here. I put up with a lot of shit, and I do mean a lot, but... no. Just no. That is really going too far. Here. Here is a line. I'm drawing one, in the sand, and you... you my friend, you aren't going to cross it. You got that?

I mean, come on. Have you really thought this through? Think about it. Are you really ready to reduce a man of my complexities to a game? 'Cause I have to tell you, I don't think you are. No offence, or anything, but you just aren't there yet. You haven't even thought what colour you want me label yet, whatever that means. Let alone anything else.

Now, all right, I know you're pretty set on all this, but there's no need for you to get upset over it. Unlike you, I've been thinking. I've come up with a compromise. How about that, then?

So, here's the deal. You get to apply the whiny little bastard who lives inside me, and I stay right where I am. That's more than fair, I reckon. Less pressure on the both of us, in't there?

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[onewaytrip]

I don't think that just one of you can come.

[thearseman]

Of course just the one of us can go there. It's practically foolproof. We're like two completely different people when he's not inside me. He's got his own body and everything.

[onewaytrip]

[All of the Rudys keep trying to tell him that.]

But he's still a part of you.

[thearseman]

[That's because it's true.]

He's a power. He weren't even there until we had that storm.

[onewaytrip]

[No it's not :| but he gives up pretty easily on having this argument.]

Curtis is right. [Yes, Simon is somehow stalking your other conversations.] It won't be your choice, about whether you go or not.

[thearseman]

[Quit stalking, you starey bastard.]

What if... I don't say anything. Now, there's an idea. Hard to play a bloke when you've no idea what sort of things he'd be saying.

[onewaytrip]

I don't think that will work either.

[He doesn't think you can be quiet.]

[mrbackwards]

I don't think it's that simple.

[thearseman]

What is it with you lot and making things more complicated than it needs to be?

I'll tell why it isn't that simple. It's because you think things through too much. Mmmm. [He nods thoughtfully for a moment, allowing that to sink in.] So, you see, it's not that we need to act like it's not simple. It's that we need to act like it is. Because then it is simple.

[mrbackwards]

[ .............................. ]

You ain't making sense. If your mun wants to put you in this place, you're going in.

That's it.

[thearseman]

Well, maybe if someone listened I wouldn't be going in. And that's the issue. There's no communication. Because no one uses this place like they should.

[mrbackwards]

Muns don't listen to shit you have to say. That's the long and short of things here.

[thearseman]

Yeah, I know. And that's exactly what I'm saying. If muns used this place to talk to us, instead of as another excuse to play with each other like four year olds, then we'd all be this much happier.

[awkwards]

[ alisha's laughing at "complex". the only thing complex about rudy is his wardrobe. ]

Your mun's just going to send you in with him, now. You tell them not to do something, they do it.

[thearseman]

Oh. Well, that's great, that is. Why didn't you tell me sooner? Could've warned me.

[awkwards]

Would you have listened if I told you?

[thearseman]

Yes. I would. All it would've took was a simple note. You could've done it on here.

"Dear Rudy,

Don't go posting these helpful ideas to your mun, 'cause he's not going to listen. He's just not.

All My Love,
Alisha"

You see? Easy. Then I'd have just lain back, done nothing, and he'd have forgotten me. And we wouldn't have had any of this hassle, now, would we?

[awkwards]

[ she rolls her eyes. ] Fine.

Dear Rudy, don't be a dickhead. Piss off, Alisha.

Better? Now it's not my fault if you do something stupid.

[thearseman]

Dear Alisha, I was not being a dickhead. I was actually being quite helpful, so there's no need to get all moody. Love, Rudy.

You should always sign your letters with some love. Makes whoever's getting them feel a bit less upset about whatever it is you've wrote.

[shitinhisbed]

Probably for the better. We've got enough schizoids running around.

[thearseman]

Erm, excuse me. I am not a schizoid. And you know, that's actually very offensive. To the mentally ill.

What about the actual schizoids? How are they going to feel when they look at this? They're just going around, minding their own business, chatting away to the voices in their heads... and then they see this. And they just... flip out. It's too much for them. And they go off and kill a load of people. How are you going to feel then?

[shitinhisbed]

Then they had a lot more going on up there than a few voices in their heads. It's not my fault they weren't medicated sooner.

[thearseman]

But it's your fault they snapped. You're like the straw that broke the camels back. D'you see?

[shitinhisbed]

For pointing out the obvious? Don't be a twat.

[thearseman]

I'm not the twat here, mate. That's you. I've been trying to tell you.