Headed to the Barge...

[composited]

So... are you in my head? Or am I in yours? Can't say I recall there being a woman in here before-- couple of gay guys and one fantastic drag queen, if I do say so myself--but no women.

So what does that make you, huh?

[ A pause. Quiet. ]

So, you sail the good ship redemption? I guess that sounds okay. Fun for a lark... I just don't know what you expect to get out of me there. Sounds like and engagement you can't leave. No, I'm not interested in a treatment right now, thanks for asking.

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[glassesonachain]

You must be Alpha.

I've read a great deal of reports on you.

You probably could use a treatment.

[composited]

Pretty sure I'm what they call a lost cause, Dr. Halverson.

[glassesonachain]

Not necessarily.

But you, you knew my name before I told you.

I am aware of your obsession with Caroline. Did that lead you to me?

[composited]

Ah, ah, ah. That'd be telling, sweetheart. At least wait for the big reveal, hmm?

[glassesonachain]

Please refrain from using pointless pet names when referring to me.

And I'd rather not. Wait.

[composited]

But good things come to those who do, honey.

[glassesonachain]

I'm not a particularly patient person.

Calling me "honey" will only make it run thin faster.

[composited]

You're also a lesser talent in the great Dollhouse scheme of things, and a lot less entertaining than the Brinkster.

[glassesonachain]

Who's to say. That is not your place to say.

I seem to recall Mr. Brink needing my help on occasion because my lesser talent was the only one that could help him. Because he couldn't figure it out on his own.

So my talent is rather subjective.

[composited]

And I've outdone you both.

[ Smug psychopath is smug. ]

[boygodofneuro]

...Okay. I'm a itty bit confused.

Why, on this spinny blue thing we call planet Earth, would anyone let you out of the box.

Don't they know you're crazy? Because you're crazy. Dialed up to eleven.

[FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TOPHER, SHUT UP BEFORE HE CUTS UP YOUR FACE.]

[composited]

Still bent out out shape over that, huh? [ He grins, and it is sharp and feral. ] Well, you know, maybe we should talk it over. I mean-- you practically made me, Dad.

Should we talk about my allowance and how you're gonna ground me?

[boygodofneuro]

[And he'll just be backing the hell away. OH TERROR.]

On accident. It was a completely random happenstance that doesn't warrant that whole...No. I'm not even going to go there, okay.

[composited]

Dad... are you saying, the condom broke?

[boygodofneuro]

You really need to drop the whole father/son metaphor thing because it's really...weird. Kinda creeping me out over here, man.

Though I'm sure that's your intention and now you're just going to keep doing it because you're all with the razy-cay.

[composited]

Got it in one, Topher. Gold star.

[boygodofneuro]

Oooh, sarcasm. So scary.

[composited]

Eight. Seconds. Topher.

Remember Whiskey's pretty face...? Want to be the next work? Go ahead. Mouth off.

[routemistress]

Ooooh, hello there. You might inspire my amanuensis over there to watch the rest o' your series. She liked you. Not sure I will, but 'ey, you won't be dull.

[composited]

No, no, nothing is ever dull with me. I'm the life of the party.

[routemistress]

Then you're going to fit in just fine, sweetheart.

[composited]

Just like that missing puzzle piece.

[tangoesque]

Larks are birds.

[...HI ALPHA. Tango no comprehend.]