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"So how are things on your end?”
“Stop radioing me first. You’ll get me killed.”
“A little bit of radio chatter shouldn’t get in your way. And you don’t have to pick up when you’re busy.”
“It’s noise. It can give away my position.”
“Oh, you’re more than capable of giving away your position yourself, big guy. Don’t think I didn’t see you bump into that guard in the storage room.”
“How’d you— I wasn’t giving away anything. I took care of him.”
“D’aww, I know, I know. Saw that too. Gross. Didn’t know a man’s neck could bend like that.”
“It can’t.”
“Right. Clearly. Err, anywayyy, I only called because I heard you were done shooting up the place. So how are things?”
“If you heard the guns, you know everything you need to know. Things are fine.”
“Pshhh, you’re impossible to talk to sometimes. Can’t a girl be worried?
“… I’m fine, Meta. All limbs attached. No internal injuries. A few surface wounds.”
“There we go, thank you. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Stung a little. What’s your status?”
“Oh, things are good. Just got this one room left, but it’s like, the smallest office I’ve ever seen.”
“Mm-hm. I’ll make sure to clean up after you on my way back.”
“Hey, what?! Frank! C’mon, you said I could do it my way!”
“You do it your way, I do it mine.”
“You are impossible! I get why nobody else sticks with you for long.”
“Sounds like you should follow their good examples.”
“Oh, you wish. You’re lucky I like you as much as I do.”
“So lucky. Office?”
“What? Oh, yeah, uhhh, there’s. Like a desk and a closet, kind of? Like it's a closet but it's metal. But it’s not a locker. Nobody under the desk… nothing in the drawers either. Oh, there’s a stack of money? Looks fake. Would it be bad if I took it? I mean you do it all the time. But you also don't have to explain where you got it, right?”
“Anything in that closet?"
“You don’t have to rush me, jeez. Checking—”
“Oh, God, please, please, please, he’s going to kill me, please God—”
“What was that?”
“… nothing. I mean. Pshhh, can you believe they put a TV in the closet…? That’s like... Some Fallout 3 stuff. I used to love that game, they had all these skeletons in funny positions, like, all the time—”
“Open it again.”
“There’s nothing interesting in there, oh my God, can you not believe me once?”
“I want to hear the TV in the closet.”
“I’m not opening it!”
“Stay there.”
“Oh my— See what you did? And you’re going to act like it’s my fault, I bet. And he's gonna get all mad at me too.”
“You— you can’t let him do this, please, God, come on, you can’t!”
“You can leave! You can just leave, I’m not holding you hostage—”
“Don’t move.”
“Wait, wait, please, I swear I’ll be better, I’ll never— Just wait, don’t—”
“Jesus Christ, Frank.”
“Don’t pull shit like that again.”
“You could have at least told me to turn around!"
"You'll live."
"It’s like… like a trainwreck, it’s repulsive but I can’t look away..."
"Just don't add to the mess."
"I guess I always expect more liquid... Fuck, did you get chunks on me?!"
“Nothing we can’t wash out when we get back.”
“We? Like together?”
“Didn't say that."
"To the same place?"
"Maybe."
“Oh! Oh, um. Wow, okay. Pshh, okay... Sure..."
"Wait outside. I'll see you when I'm done here."
"Ehh, I was kind of hoping you'd forget about that."