On test-driving

[nosecandyandfloorpolish]

Ya ain't seriously gonna "test-drive" me over there, are ya? Test drivin' is one step closer to putting me in some shithole, and I ain't goin' without a fight. Especially not to some torture facility in space.

Guess it probably doesn't surprise ya that I think you're a real piece a' work, and I don't want shit to do with you. Listen, no hard feelins or nothin', but I ain't gonna change my mind about that. So shut the fuck up, already.

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[prettyfool]

I wasn't myself! That damn cesspool! Ya'll were sin and spread your sin 'round. My older self--she had to strip in that nasty club, and then start bein' Rapture's ladybird! I've already got sin, but ya'll made my sin worse.

[ and now, a swing to both legs to knock him onto his ass. ]

[nosecandyandfloorpolish]

[And knock him onto her ass she does. He's laughing, though.]

Ya weren't yourself? Ya mean you got no free will? Ryan'd hate to hear ya say somethin' like that. I gotta hand it to ya, though, kid. You ain't as weak as I thought ya were. Not by half.

[prettyfool]

Did anyone of those Splice-thingies have free will? Ya'll and your....your damn ADAM!

[ and now. ladies and gentleman. miss jazzy will swing that pipe at the arm sockets. ]

And those, those, those little girls! Ooooh! [ she's shaking with rage. ] Well, here's yer riddle. If ADAM holds the power, then WHO holds the knife.

[nosecandyandfloorpolish]

You don't know what the hell you're talkin' about.

[This time, he rolls out of the way, deciding he's had quite enough of this being attacked thing.]

Ya ain't even been there yet. Ya ain't even seen it. And I don't think ya wanna piss me off anymore than I already am, y'hear me?

[prettyfool]

I'm already a dead woman. So why not.

[ She grabs the nearest thing--a lamp--and throws it at him, aiming for the chest. ]

Would you kindly stop bleeding. Would you kindly hold still. Would you kingly go and make Andrew wish he never even thought up Rapture.

[nosecandyandfloorpolish]

So why in the hell don't ya just not go to Rapture?

[He dodges slightly, but the lamp still hits him in the arm. This time, he picks it up and stands, advancing on her slightly.]

I ain't gonna try n' change Ryan's thoughts. Rapture was good to me, y'know? I ain't gonna ruin that just 'cause you're afraid of what's gonna happen to ya down there.

[prettyfool]

Ever been told that bedtime story 'bout the hands o' fate?

[ She stands stock still, menacing, though vulnerable. Challenging. ]

No matter what, my baby has to be there to stop 'ya both. You an' Andrew. 'Else lotsa people are goin' to get hurt.

[nosecandyandfloorpolish]

[He moves a little closer, threateningly, laughing.]

So you're gonna go down there and get yourself killed just 'cause you think we need to be stopped.