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benjamin.jonathan@cdc.org
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Talk to Hanna. She wanted to be a song writer in her world.

You're her rovermate, get to know the people you're living with better.

But then she makes me do things.

And you expected I would be helping you for free?

Does your payment involve taking a refreshing stroll around camp and getting to know our neighbors?

No.

I hate people.

Why would you ask that.

See? Your payments are so much more reasonable.

Except I don't know how to compose music, so you're still shit out of luck.

You lack refinement, sir.

I'll make sure to mark your rover as a must-see on our inevitable stroll.

I have refinement in spades, I just got bored of it.

Hanna and your cat are there half the time anyway, how is this new?

You get my charming face as well?

[Topher Brink: bad at threats, bad at life.]

You'll find I'm exceptionally talented in ignoring your charming face.

It hurts deep inside when you say those kinds of things.

Maybe you should seek counseling for that. Sounds uncomfortable.

Edited 2014-07-13 18:26 (UTC)

Probably a parasite of some kind at this point. Those mist wolves had to be carrying something unpleasant.

Gross. Then maybe a doctor.

The concern is touching, whatever the innards eating cause.

You know how deeply I care for you, Topher.