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[theomega]

A moment of your time oh wise and powerful writer. [ His sarcasm is so thick you could practically cut it with a knife. ]

I don't want to, all right? I've no interest in playing inter-stellar war games. I have better things to do than entertain your whims. Entertaining my own, for example.

No, there will be no meeting in the middle on this. Not interested. I won't be signing my name on the dotted line, and I don't care how you keep spinning it, 'helping people' isn't all that appealing either.

Even space has drunks.

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[leastfuckedup]

Bollocks. [ He's just going to call it out bluntly, because even despite the whole 'go ahead and dismiss this as a mental case' thing, Ashley still has to call him out for it. Because otherwise it really just wouldn't be Ashley, now would it?

He raises an eyebrow at the other, though is otherwise pretty damn calm, as usual. ] You're delusional, mate. You should see a doctor about that.

[ Where is a cigarette when he needs one...

Reluctantly, he offers ] Ashley. Greenwick.