test run.

[swore]

I don't suppose you've heard of the practice of letting sleeping dogs lie?

The story's wrapped up — finished. It's done.

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[topologically]

[ Julie — no, Arthur — just shrugs. ]

This is the song that never ends.

[swore]

Even that song ends eventually.

[ It's an instinctual sort of answer more than anything else, spoken against its own contrarian nature. Though Cobb realizes the paradox after having spoken, it doesn't seem to be the kind of thing he's inclined to backtrack to apologize for or fix. ]

[topologically]

[ One answer that's glossed over for the next. (Linger too long, and you stir up demons. What's dead should stay dead.) ]

What are you doing here?

[swore]

Your guess is as good as mine. Never been in these particular shoes before.

[brrmbabybrrm]

But always get them to tell the truth. [pause, because that needs some context.] When it comes to sleeping dogs lying, that is.

[Fischer is just BLINDLY UNAWARE of the Inception, but he is deja vuing something fierce the more he looks at Cobb.] Have we met?

[swore]

[ Oh, boy. ]

I don't think so.

[ The honest answer on its own is relatively harmless — I met you on a plane — but Cobb doesn't feel like pushing his luck too far. ]

You do look familiar, though.