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[headjacked]

Heyyyyyyyy, kiddo, you've reached me. Me who is Rhys. Anyway, not sure why you're trying to get in contact with the king of the dweebs, but I'm sure you've got your reasons. Reasons you should probably re-examine. I'm just sayin'.

Last chance to back out.

No?

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

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@dickcheese; text

[headjacked]

I may not know how it ends, but I know what I'm getting out of it. Touch. Taste. Talk.

Y'know they use sensory deprivation to drive people bonkers, right?

[jumpthegun]

Yeah. Not really making a good case for yourself if that's supposed to make me sympathetic, mate. You're doing that to Rhys now. And that's not your body. Anyway, the way I hear it, you were mad before you got put in his head.

[headjacked]

Aaaaand your guilt trip BS isn't going to work on me, so why are YOU bothering?

[jumpthegun]

Guess I'd hoped you'd be open to negotiation. I'll be contacting the Administrator directly about this. Dunno what she'll do to you. Can't imagine it'll be good. Could put in a request for you to get transferred somewhere else, if possible.

[headjacked]

Oooh, I'm so scared! Newsflash: I don't negotiate with dudes with short man syndrome.

But thanks for playing, doc.

[jumpthegun]

[Not the first, not the last to make fun of his height, Jack. Please try again later with better material.]

Do you negotiate with doctors? What did you do to Angel. At least tell me that. I can tell you how to make sure she isn't hurt any worse by what you're doing to her.