Reporter is confused...

[beaverhunt]

So, uh... What exactly are you planning on doing with me? I'm a reporter. I report on stuff... There's nothing here to report on, unless you want me to write about how cramped it is in here. Don't think my editor is going to go for that.

Oh, and thanks for the username. Really. [Hear that sarcasm, there]

Comments

[beaverhunt]

You know how it is. Keep the public happy.

[makedo]

Objective press these days.

[beaverhunt]

[And Evan breaks into a smile.]

You get quite a big mention, sergeant.

[makedo]

There's no need to threaten me.

[beaverhunt]

Threatened by a pen, huh? At least now I know you have a weakness.

[makedo]

The pen is mightier than the sword, and I hear shooting civilians is frowned upon.

[beaverhunt]

Plus, you can't deny you like me a little.

[makedo]

Venereal lies. You're starting already.

[beaverhunt]

Alright, I'm sorry. I'll stop.

[makedo]

Doesn't that go against your nature, reporter?

[beaverhunt]

I'll make an exception for you. You've got the gun.

[makedo]

And so he learns.

[beaverhunt]

I learned that lesson a long time ago, sergeant. You don't piss off the people who can hurt you.

[makedo]

Those who can't kill will always be subject to those who can.

[beaverhunt]

Can I quote you on that?

[Sorry. He couldn't resist.]

[makedo]

Better me than Person.

[beaverhunt]

True. I could write a book with what Cpl. Person says.

[makedo]

Spare us.

[beaverhunt]

I don't think I could stand writing it.

[makedo]

You'd likely go insane.

[beaverhunt]

I'm amazed you haven't, sergeant. You spend the most time with him.

[He's the "mom" to your "dad", after all.]

[makedo]

I'm immune to Person's madness.

[ No :| ]

[beaverhunt]

You might wanna think about donating your brain to medical science when you die so other people can know how to be immune

[makedo]

I want to say it's unlikely he'll outlive me, given his retardation, but he's like a fungus. Fucking hard to kill or get rid of.