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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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audio;

[spoileralert]

Yeah! And it's impossible for him not to get to me right now. And he knows it. It makes me so mad I just want to smash something to tiny fucking pieces.

audio;

[headjacked]

Just not Dumpy, I-I can't say 'please' enough times. When you can, let him go off on his own, or give him to someone else.

And we'll talk! I can -- Dumpy, it's quiet time, shhhhhh.

[ Dumpy shhhhhs. ]

audio;

[spoileralert]

Fine. But I'm keeping him contained until I find someone to take him. I'm not risking him carrying radiation to you or Ange.

audio;

[headjacked]

It -

>[ - 'll be a drop in an ocean, all things considered. Is what he's about to say. But he bites his lip. ]

Sure, sure. Careful with his thrusters, though.

audio;

[spoileralert]

[ A drop in an ocean, or a deadly rash when you're going through an area where you have to keep a Geiger counter on 24/7. ]

I'll be careful.

[ She will not be particularly careful. But she won't be spiteful, either. ]