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[psychomagnet]

Alright, so let me see if I'm catching what you're throwing at me sister, because even if I am right, I'm still pretty sure you're fucking tinfoil hats and conspiracy-theory crazy. You've got me up here dangling like bait on a motherfucking hook so you can see if you can land some weird-as-shit alien kids for me to swear at?

Oh, excuse me, swear with?

Holy shit, you're seriously fucking insane. Or bored. Sometimes they come pretty close to being the same, you know that?



...whatever, I hope you're ready for a whole lotta disappointment.

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[psychomagnet]

You? You don't get to tell me who is or isn't a fucking disappointment.

[acrotomophile]

Harsh. Okay, here's an idea-- I'll be your swear buddy while we wait for the alien kids to show up.

Just think how cathartic it'll be for you.

[psychomagnet]

Cathartic? You know what'd be real cathartic for me, you raging douche? Taking you out at the kneecaps and kicking you a few dozen times while you're writhing on the goddamn ground- that would be motherfucking cathartic.

[acrotomophile]

Funny how I feel exactly the same way. But you don't see me giving into the urges, do you? Practice some self-control; you're supposed to be made of stiff moral fiber.

[psychomagnet]

Really? Because considering the number of bodies you've left in your wake, I don't think the word 'self-control' is what you're looking for, dickhead.

[acrotomophile]

You don't? [he asks, mocking.] You think I didn't get caught exactly when I wanted to?

You should know better than anyone how much self-control it takes for a killer to kill the way he wants, Miss Homicide Detective.

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[psychomagnet]

...fuck you, I don't care what the fuck you start in on, but you leave that the hell out of this or I swear to fucking God--!

[psychomagnet]

And you know what? You are just full of so much shit, I swear I don't fucking know how it's not coming outta your goddamn eyeballs. 'Got caught when you wanted to' my ass.

[acrotomophile]

[Now he's just smirking at her, smug in both his secrets and his ability to rile her up. Brian's always gotten more satisfaction out of hiding things from people than revealing them.]

You don't really think you know the whole story, do you? Deb... [His voice gentles.] You're just a side player, a reoccurring character that got elevated to the main cast later on. You're not part of the main plot; you never were.

[Until Dexter had put her there, and ruined all of his plans, of course.]

[psychomagnet]

Holy shit, do you listen to yourself? Fuck, listening to you now I have to wonder if you weren't fucking drugging me the entire time we were together. Just listening to you makes me want to punch your goddamn lights out.

[Because she knows he's right. She knows there's things she doesn't know and she fucking hates it. Not as much as she hates him though.]

And for fuck's sake, would you stop with this literary bullshit? You sound like a college freshman- you know, the kind who take psych 101 and suddenly think they're experts on the motherfucking human condition? Yeah, those douchebags.