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[heelhook]

what d'you think the aliens look like and is whatever you say hot to you

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[nishad]

You can't just fling your arm and hope for the best.

[chemveil]

Doing whatever I want hasn't failed me yet.

[nishad]

Or I could show you how to throw a punch. You need your hands too much to break them.

[chemveil]

Ehhhh sounds like work.

I don't have any near-term plans for punching, so my hands are safe.

[nishad]

You could punch me after.

[chemveil]

Slightly more tempting.

How much work is it actually going to be?

[nishad]

[...] Not that much.

[chemveil]

Are you lying to trick me into it? Because I will just leave in the middle.

[nishad]

I might have contingency plans for if you decide it's taking too long.

[chemveil]

And those contingency plans are?

[nishad]

I can't tell you that.

[chemveil]

Why? It's not going to change anything if I know.

[nishad]

I don't know if that's true.

[chemveil]

If the contingency plan is bribery in any form, it'll make me more likely to do it.

[nishad]

It'll also make you more likely to complain earlier than you would otherwise.

[chemveil]

You're being difficult.

But since I'm sooooo nice, I'll learn how to punch I guess.

[nishad]

I'm Someone's going to regret this, but it won't be me and it won't be you when you don't break your hand on their face.

[chemveil]

It might be you, given that I get to punch you at the end of it all.

[nishad]

Not in the face, Maryle.

[chemveil]

I don't recall there being any restrictions.

[nishad]

I didn't realize I had to specify that I'm not looking for a broken nose.

[chemveil]

Unfortunate for you. I'll consider alternative locations, though. Once again, because I'm so nice.

[nishad]

My arms and chest are prime real estate, you know.

[chemveil]

Taken under advisement.

[nishad]

Huh. I can see the angel wings from here.

They're awfully red, though.