voice-testing and shenanigans

[arcs]

Now, I see what you're doing here, but let me raise you a few chips with this question: do you know what you're doing? Because it seems to me that you're walking in blind-folded. Which, considering the location, might be something you're into. I don't know.

Hey, I'm not here to judge; only to make the point that you should really be letting me do the driving. I'll judge after. We'll make a game out of it and see who can take the most cheap shots at their personality defects before succumbing to the soothing embrace of an empty bottle of Hennessy. Or Don Julio, whatever works.

Nothing wrong with wanting to unwind a bit. A remote idealistic world that no one's ever heard of? Okay, but not great. Paradise Lost has never been my thing. I was thinking more along the lines of the French Riviera if we're going for that whole "nudist colony" vibe, but I'm pliable.

And, let's face it, paradise could use a little more me, don't you think?

There's pretty much only one way this is going to go.

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[obadiah]

It's always literal. You'd do better if you learned that, Tony.

[arcs]

I'm sorry, but let's do a roll call here: between the two of us, which is still insanely popular and a success, and which of us was buried in a pile of scrap metal?

[obadiah]

Popular always comes first, doesn't it? [He chuckles and shakes his head like a disappointed but amused father.]

I made a mistake leaving you alive, and you got lucky. One day that luck's going to run out.

[arcs]

I can't help how the world loves me. [ Don't play that role with him, pal. It's a post you forfeited. ]

If that were true, it's a shame you won't be around to see it.