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[Wow, it's like a universal "trash on Wade's social speaking skills" week. Ugh, Cable would probably love her.]
I mean, you were a kid once, right? Or were you like, a really creepy Wednesday Addams-looking minion? [He's not picturing that right now. Totally.] Also, that was not my tail. That was part of my intestinal tract.
[It was hard to hold all of them.]
Okay, which part? Being into scary clown women or getting disemboweled? I feel like both have happened more than once.
[ He's saying everything and nothing all at once. Fascinating. Less than a minute has passed and she's already remembering how soothing it was to be clawing around his insides. ]
The former. [ The latter doesn't surprise her at all. ] Though I hope you'll care to explain how I've come to give you an impression of buffoonery.
Whoa, getting some vague narc vibes now. Not that that's a turn-off, I'm just sayin'. It's like the way you laugh when a cheetah bumrushes a gazelle and they katamari roll for like, fourteen yards before the gazelle breaks its neck and becomes lunch. You know those videos of alligators fighting hippos? It's kind of like that.
[ You know what, she does get "animals murdering each other," which happens to be a topic of interest to her. Maybe Wade can hear it in her voice, the mild lift of pleasure as if meeting another obscure hobbyist out in the wild. ]
Ah. I understand completely. Certain acts of violence do reach a level of spectacle that becomes entertainment. As a child, I often passed the time by watching animals hunt and quarrel for territory.
[ Those were like. Spiders and birds and stuff, but to a baby child with murder on the mind, they were impressive creatures indeed. ]
While your diction leaves much to be desired, I suppose I'll take the compliment.
[God, she's so hot. And dark. Giving Cable a real run for his DC money.]
Like... like squirrels? [You know, she's edging towards sociopath vibes, but she didn't say she was the one hunting them, so he might be totally safe. (Not saying that being a complete sociopath is a turn-off, it just. Bears some thinking about. You know.)]
But yeah, totally. Just like that. You know, one time I watched some polar bears fight over one of my legs. Hah! Now that was spectacle.
[And maybe not the best for the polar bears' stomachs. Sorry, lads.] So this means you won't say no to meeting up for, I dunno, yogurt and violence sometimes? Purely platonic, of course.
[ However, context is for the weak. According to his random polar bear story, Wade evidently agrees. ]
Frankly, Wade, my attraction toward you is at a stunning deficit. And given the quality of the substance you were consuming when we first met, I would have to bear suspicion toward any yogurt of your choosing. If you can accept that I currently have no interest in either your loins or your yogurt, then perhaps an arrangement could be made.
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I mean, you were a kid once, right? Or were you like, a really creepy Wednesday Addams-looking minion? [He's not picturing that right now. Totally.] Also, that was not my tail. That was part of my intestinal tract.
[It was hard to hold all of them.]
Okay, which part? Being into scary clown women or getting disemboweled? I feel like both have happened more than once.
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The former. [ The latter doesn't surprise her at all. ] Though I hope you'll care to explain how I've come to give you an impression of buffoonery.
[ Knave? Whatever. Clown?? Outrageous. ]
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[Aah. Well. She asked for it.]
You have the demeanor of someone who would give me a good laugh. I didn't say you were a bad clown. At least Barnum & Bailey level.
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I must confess, that's a new one. Do elaborate.
[ Technically, there were multiple "new ones," but she couldn't give a whit about Barnum or Bailey. ]
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[That doesn't really explain anything.]
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Ah. I understand completely. Certain acts of violence do reach a level of spectacle that becomes entertainment. As a child, I often passed the time by watching animals hunt and quarrel for territory.
[ Those were like. Spiders and birds and stuff, but to a baby child with murder on the mind, they were impressive creatures indeed. ]
While your diction leaves much to be desired, I suppose I'll take the compliment.
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Like... like squirrels? [You know, she's edging towards sociopath vibes, but she didn't say she was the one hunting them, so he might be totally safe. (Not saying that being a complete sociopath is a turn-off, it just. Bears some thinking about. You know.)]
But yeah, totally. Just like that. You know, one time I watched some polar bears fight over one of my legs. Hah! Now that was spectacle.
[And maybe not the best for the polar bears' stomachs. Sorry, lads.] So this means you won't say no to meeting up for, I dunno, yogurt and violence sometimes? Purely platonic, of course.
[She's gotta keep that shape somehow.]
Unless...?
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I did happen to enjoy the squirrels.
[ However, context is for the weak. According to his random polar bear story, Wade evidently agrees. ]
Frankly, Wade, my attraction toward you is at a stunning deficit. And given the quality of the substance you were consuming when we first met, I would have to bear suspicion toward any yogurt of your choosing. If you can accept that I currently have no interest in either your loins or your yogurt, then perhaps an arrangement could be made.
I had to do it
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[Believe him, someone's lack of total interest in his loins or his yogurt (heh) has never stopped him.]
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It so happens that I haven't. Fajitas, then. Take care that they do not disappoint.
[ Will she regret this? Possibly. But she isn't one to cut off a potentially useful connection without good reason...... ]
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