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[hagar]

Oh, come on. You gotta be kidding me with this crap.

This is like two steps away from LARPing. You know that, right?

Seriously. No. I'm not doing this. Find some other poor bastard to send to this freakshow. I'm out.

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[moosetree]

[Sorry Dean Sam's going to try to stifle a laugh.]

[hagar]

Shut up, Sam. It's not funny.

[moosetree]

Right, the fact you were so eager to dress up in the first place wasn't? But not like I's know right [There may be a coughed'handmaiden' in there]

[hagar]

That was part of the job. The nerds could smell reality a mile off, they wouldn't have talked otherwise. But hey, if we want to talk about being eager to do something stupid, let's talk about you marrying Becky. Remember her? The love of your life?

[Sorry, Sam. He's turning it back on you.]

[moosetree]

Oh that's low Dean. You know she drugged me. [Though at least she was interested. Charlie got the girl if he remembers correctly.]

[hagar]

Well, what were you doing with her to give her the opportunity to do it in the first place?

[moosetree]

Already told you I don't remember okay. [Because hey despite the whole Misery factor... At least Becky wasn't as bad as some of the women he's been with!]

[lady_metallicar]

I don't think it's even two full steps. One and a half, maybe.

[hagar]

There. See? You're proving my point for me.

[lady_metallicar]

If it's any consolation? You're recognizable at least, me? Not so much.

[hagar]

Might help if you'd introduce yourself, Miss...?

[lady_metallicar]

Betty. It's Betty now. But only because 'Baby' and 'Kitten' really don't work as everyday names.

Might also help if I explain that most people aren't used to seeing me with legs instead of wheels.

[hagar]

Wheels? You mean like a wheelchair?

[lady_metallicar]

You could say that, sure, but not even close to the same thing, really.

I'm kind of enjoying watching you try to figure this out, though.

[hagar]

Entertaining isn't really my job, so you can either tell me or not, but I'm done playing dancing monkey.

[lady_metallicar]

You're not going to believe me when I say it, well, unless I say 'blame Gabriel' first.

I'm the car. Or, I was the car.