Just yankin' Spencer's chain. Sort of. Maybe.

[bionically]

[How goes it, Spencer?] Hanging in there. You? [Yup, doing okay.] …Glad to hear it.

[So… how are you feeling about the draft?]

It was good to get out there and back into the swing of things, but I feel even better having had a chance to rest up. Might have been a short stint up on that floating island, but it was a rough one.  From the sound of things, I was one of the luckier ones coming out of there.

[So, while you’re enjoying a breather, I’ve got some ideas to pitch at you. Want to hear them?]

Depends. What’s on your mind?

[Here's the part where his mundane shyly broaches the subject of a temporary genderswap, much to Spencer’s dismay, judging by the ‘you gotta be fucking kidding me’ look on his face.]

Hell no. [Epic frown of disapproval. He’s hoping to hell the mundane’s joking, and if so, it’s not even a very good joke at that.] Jesus. I'd sooner take a good fifteen minutes’ worth of CP than agree to that.