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[whiskeyfinaldestination]

See? That's exactly what I'm talking about, bro. Women are distracting. You're not getting any work done, and for what? Clear your mind and don't even go down that road.

Trust me, I know what happens. You know what happens if you do? BAM, they steal your man-onnaise for their experiments and soon we'll be obsolete. Did you know that top feminist scientists are already working on phasing men out of existence?! Scary shit, man. I'm serious, there's some kind of way now that they can extract bone marrow from a woman and like... Chem-fem-reverse-bio-engineer it to get a viable Y chromosome. You know what this means, don't you?

Women can get each other pregnant now.

That was the last line of defense we had as men, but now that's come crumbling down too! These truly are the final days, brother. The feminists are rallying their forces and getting ready to strike. So stay on guard and keep away from bitches.

Also, what the hell do you mean "homeless"? I have at least four homes, thank you.

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[rincomprehensible]

I understand.

Next idea.

[whiskeyfinaldestination]

Oh. I... Didn't really have anything else planned...

And for some reason all I can think now is how I really want some barbeque.

[rincomprehensible]

[ This isn't all the talk of bones and stuff, is it? ]

Sometimes food is more important than the bleak future that awaits us. Or that's something Emi might say, anyway.

[whiskeyfinaldestination]

Emi? Emi Ibarazaki, the runner? That broad is bad news. My advice: steer clear.

[rincomprehensible]

[She nods slightly at the question. Maybe she was too far away for you to make it out, though. ]

Sometimes I find it hard to steer anything.

[whiskeyfinaldestination]

Well it's especially hard to steer when hell on robotic heels keeps trying to suicide charge into you.

I can appreciate the classic approach. Kamikaze. Very... Military chic. But she's still dangerous.

[rincomprehensible]

That's not what I meant... but that would make it more difficult.

She ran into Hisao once or twice, too.

[whiskeyfinaldestination]

[Rin you are a boy and your arms are totally there, duh. Kenji can't tell.]

Yeah, I heard about that! No good, that guy is really excitable. He's always banging on my door wanting to complain about school or how much money I owe him that I totally don't. I have to calm him down and threats to his life sure aren't helping.

[rincomprehensible]

[Think of how that makes her feel, Kenji. That could hurt her feeling.

Only not really. Could you imagine. ]

Hisao likes to complain, huh?

[whiskeyfinaldestination]

Oh totally. I think that's all he does, and sometimes I can't get him to shut up. Have to drown him out with my own thoughts.

He's a pretty cool dude, though. Fights the good fight, and he means well.

[rincomprehensible]

He likes to watch girls while they're sleeping.

[ Why is this relevant or a good idea to say?? ]

[whiskeyfinaldestination]

[Not even missing a beat.]

Well that is when they're most vulnerable.

[rincomprehensible]

Why would he want them when they were vulnerable?

[whiskeyfinaldestination]

Well, I guess vulnerable might not have been a good word... When they're least dangerous, then. That way he can observe without fear of them striking back!

I dunno, unless Hisao is some kind of pervert. He doesn't tell me about his private life.

[rincomprehensible]

It would have been a lot funnier if it was something perverted.

Could you imagine Hisao as a pervert?

[ There is a noise that goes here. Sort of like a laugh only... not quite right? Considering who is laughing though it's fairly normal. ]

[whiskeyfinaldestination]

[For some reason the idea of Hisao as a pervert makes Kenji think of chocolate... He shakes his head to clear his mind.]

Hey, maybe he is. But if so he keeps it under wraps which is just fine with me. Every guy's got his own crazy stuff he faps to when the mood strikes but I don't need to know about it.

and the award for tag I never thought I'd write goes to;

[rincomprehensible]

What is fapping? Is that something to do with crazy feminists, too?

[whiskeyfinaldestination]

Huh? No! I mean, unless you're into that kind of thing but those men aren't allowed to call their selves men!

Fapping, dude. Flogging the bishop, beatin' the meat, slapping the pickle, choking the chicken, taming the one-eyed monster, the five-finger discount.

...I'm not sure about that last one. You're not gonna make me say it, are you?

[rincomprehensible]

You don't have to say it if you don't want to, but what sort of thing are these non-men into?

[ What is this conversation turning into? ]

[whiskeyfinaldestination]

Huh? I just meant feminism isn't sexy. Even if it's two feminists. Together.

Just plain lesbians are cool, though, if that's what you were worried about. When you think about it, lesbians are kind of like our allies. Or maybe hybrids.

[rincomprehensible]

Why would I be worried about that?

Sometimes it's nice to have allies but doing it on your own stops people getting in the way of you being you.

[whiskeyfinaldestination]

I see what you're saying... We can count on the lesbians, but we shouldn't rely on them because it'll make us weak!

[rincomprehensible]

[ Not quite what she meant but whatever. She's more than used to that, really. ]

Don't rely on the lesbians. It'll make you weak. You can rely on Hisao, though, even though he isn't a lesbian.

[whiskeyfinaldestination]

Well yeah, Hisao is my main man. He's actually going deep undercover, trying to infiltrate them you know. Even if he complains a lot, Hisao is pretty brave.

[rincomprehensible]

Hisao is pretending to be a lesbian? I didn't get that impression.

Are you sure he's not slacking off too much?