Don’t you judge me.
Good for you! Not that there’s much to know. Engie sleeps with a teddy bear at night, and Scout still wets the bed. Nothing people don’t already know.
Ah, would you look that? Half past ‘getthehellawayfrommeyouREDfreak’o clock. I really should be going!
Fine, fine, Docteur. What is it that you want so terribly? Not another sample of some ghastly part of my body, no?
… I’m so happy to have made you … laugh. How about in return you don’t shoot me? While we’re not in the midst of battle, I mean.
… Not balloonicorn kisses, I hope?