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[virtualunknown]

[Sitting on the floor in his room, working on his not-so-shiny new gift from the Mads. His double is sitting on the bed, grinning.]

How many times do I have to tell you how wrong you are? None of them would do such a thing.

[The spectre says something, grin widening. It knows this one's gonna sting.]

Just... stop. Nothing is like that anymore. I know better.

[It shrugs, speaks again, then flops back on the bed.]

You're wrong.

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[virtualunknown]

...[Nod.] Don't worry. I'll be... [The specter cuts him off, appears to laugh, and flops back down.]

...fine.