James "Sawyer" Ford (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2017-07-10 03:36 pm
rednecking) wrote in driftfleet2017-07-10 03:36 pm
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⚝ video 001;
Who: Sawyer and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Heron, if you want
When: now
So do ya'll do that every month, or did I get lucky missin' out on all the fun? [you can practically hear the air quotes around "fun"]
Anyway, call it curiosity or boredom if you want, but has anyone else done this song and dance before? I'm talkin' about the gettin' dragged to other worlds nonsense, but if any of ya'll come from a world with space travel, humor and me and tell me about that, too. I'll even give points out for someone who manages to surprise me with somethin' new.
[he pauses before he ends the video]
Hell, why not - if Oceanic Flight 815 means anything to you, come on down and let's chat.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Heron, if you want
When: now
So do ya'll do that every month, or did I get lucky missin' out on all the fun? [you can practically hear the air quotes around "fun"]
Anyway, call it curiosity or boredom if you want, but has anyone else done this song and dance before? I'm talkin' about the gettin' dragged to other worlds nonsense, but if any of ya'll come from a world with space travel, humor and me and tell me about that, too. I'll even give points out for someone who manages to surprise me with somethin' new.
[he pauses before he ends the video]
Hell, why not - if Oceanic Flight 815 means anything to you, come on down and let's chat.
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[and from the murmuring here, he's heard that isn't quite the case. Which makes it all the more awkward and uncomfortable.
He shoots a grin, almost boyish, and grins] 'Course I do, I'm a charmer. [he'd take a knife too, honestly. Just something to take the edge of paranoia off] Broad statements are fair game, ma'am.
[he watches her with a raised eyebrow, and can't help but snicker when it turns out not to be a soda fountain. It was terrible, of course, but amusing in that "out of the fire and into another one" sort of way]
If it tastes like meat I'll take it. As long as it ain't, like - exotic fruits or anything. Had my fill of those.
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[ She'd considered it was possible, but it's not something she wants to talk about. She doesn't want to be exposed in that manner, especially after the past three years. She'd already had to humiliate herself in front of colleagues and recant every detail that came to mind -- and some she was simply too ashamed to mention. Chris knew, of course, because he simply did either by her words or the lack of them in some cases, but it's nothing she desired to relive anytime soon. The best way to get over trauma was to move forward.
She'd convinced herself of that, anyway. Enough that she was back in the field already and now... here. With her back to him, the mild turn in her expression can't be made out but there's a hint of it in her tone. ]
That's the kind of statement that sends chills down a woman's spine -- not in the good way, might I add. [ But she shrugs with a tacked on laugh, leaning into the counter. ] I don't know. There's an option for it. I'll take a shot if you do. Should I ask on that fruit thing or should I just let you bury it for the sake of the whole former subconscious convo?
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[least, he hasn't done it here. And he's never had people running around in his, which would . . . honestly bring up a lot of things he doesn't want to deal with. Like his name, or his past, or what went on while on the island . . . basically everything. Only a handful of people knew all of that, and most of them were dead now]
Why not in a good way? [he knows why, he just wants to hear it say it out loud. He huffs out a bit of laugh] I'll try it. Worst it'll do is kill us. [ha ha, morbid humor]
Was trapped on a semi-deserted island. [just like that. He shrugs a shoulder] Gotta eat what you can, and fruit was a main dish far too many times to count. That's why I was askin' after the flight number - plane crashed there, bunch of us survived.
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[ She, of course, assumes it is here and wouldn't pry regardless. Memories are both precious and dangerous and it's really unfair to expect people to be so open in this sort of situation. As open as he has been is more than enough and honestly, somewhat comforting to her. ]
You really know how to back someone into a corner, huh? [ A swift dodge on her part, but probably not one good enough to fully miss the brunt of his devastating attack! ] Hey, who knows, death might be the way out of here.
[ Ha, ha... equally... morbid... Though perhaps not an unfounded joke. Presumably if it's here, people already live on this ship and use this kitchen, and it doesn't have a DO NOT EAT label on it or isn't thrown overboard, it must be edible. ]
Damn, I guess if anything deserves a steak that turn of events definitely does. [ It's enough to have her bust through the joke about eating some kind of gelatinous protein thing and pull out the mystery meat and eggs before looking around for a frying pan. Though she's rarely one to cook for others, if she's going to treat herself, might as well treat him too. She dips around into cupboards back and forth with quick skims. She doesn't say she's doing that, but she's being pretty unsubtle enough that it's obvious. ] You just manage to escape that when coming here, then?
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[at the very least, if he decides to drop the bomb that was Kyriakos, it wouldn't sound as crazy as it would as he tried back home. Hell, maybe it'd be therapeutic to get that shit off his chest]
I ain't doin' no backing anywhere, ma'am, I ain't that ballsy. [he says with a straight face and practically screaming "LIAR" at the same time] Might be, but they might just bring us back, too. Ain't worth it.
[if it's too morbid for him, he doesn't show it, just going along with the joke like it's normal. And really, it kind of is. Though he's never done the dying thing. Came close a number of times, though]
If I get a steak for escaping that place then I'll be happy. [and that isn't a lie. He wasn't lucky like some of them, who got to go home for a couple of years. He gave up his spot so they'd make it, and then got to play on the island for even longer. It was . . . he doesn't bother going any further with that thought] Yup. Lucky me, eh?
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[ She's none too eager to discuss the situation she was in. When she thinks about it, it stills her. Sometimes, she still wakes up in a cold sweat with memories of clattering metal and fluorescent lights. ]
Ma'am is really a deathblow to some women, so maybe you are that ballsy. [ She thinks she might think he's pretty okay. Alright, even. ] Hm, in that case I might start believing in the concept of hell.
[ She's almost thoughtful about it, a little less humor and a little more consideration as if, for half a second, it was a sincerely viable option for her. Who knows, this could still just be a very vivid dream she's having and would wake up from soon. ]
Well, you might. We're on a spaceship so it could very well be some weird alien livestock. [ Or maybe it's just bison, that wouldn't be unwelcome. When she finds the frying pan, she raises it up with one arm but doesn't really do much else in way of excitement. She's swift with dropping it on the stove and bringing over the food, opening the package of the meatstuff first. ] Sunnyside up or are you gonna be a heathen and tell me to scramble or poach an egg?
[ The meat isn't sizzling quite yet, but she can already smell it. ]
Just been out of the hospital for about a week, myself. Wouldn't even know it right? Tip-top shape.
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[Sawyer you've been here all of a few days, what image. But at the very least, making light of it all is a better choice. Best not to dwell on all that nonsense when he doesn't have to]
Wow, and here I thought it was bein' respectful. [especially to a lady who could kick his ass easily] Thinkin' purgatory might be a better choice.
[the face he makes, though:] I don't wanna be eatin' no E.T lookalikes, that's just disturbing. And scarring. [while she's looking to get cooking, Sawyer gets up to look for something to drink - tea, whatever the hell else there is, he doesn't care - but maybe if he looks in these cabinets he'll find some alcohol] Eggs are eggs, I'll eat 'em however they're made.
[he pauses, halfway into a cabinet, to lean back and peer at her]
I was a damn mess before I woke up here, so I know the feeling. What were you in the hospital for? If I can ask.
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[ All humor in it, so as not to bruise his ego. However, if he survived three years on an island where it sounded like it was more than just simply survival... well, either/or is more than a little impressive. He's resilient at the very least and that's something she most definitely can appreciate. ]
Hey, I'm just saying it's got a connotation once you hit a certain age and I'm certainly not getting any younger. [ It's fine, she'll arm wrestle him to even the odds. Thumb wrestle, even. ] You know, it could be that this is the in between. Or maybe it's the most vivid dream I've ever had? But I guess it's so strange that I just have to accept that it's reality.
[ She chuckles softly, a little thick with a soft sigh at the end in that "I needed that," sort of way. Honestly, this entire hang-out session was a breath of fresh air. Easy, in a way.]
Yeah, I understand. Don't worry, I'll play taste-tester so that way I'll be the first one scarred from eating Alf. [ That's a dated reference if there ever was one. Although it could be that it just tastes like beef or something she can identify, she's not going to make it even harder to swallow. She looks over her shoulder. ] If you find any cups, a glass of water'd be swell. And you're going to get sunny-side since I like it that way.
[ Well, that and it's easier to keep the shape and form when you've got a few eggs in the pan. She keeps cooking, back to him, though she wonders if maybe that's the kind of thing she should make eye contact over. When someone says they're a mess. Then again, he doesn't seem like the kind of guy who really takes comfort in sympathy, even if sometimes it can be a pleasant feeling. ]
Well, glad you're alright now. I was... well, it's complicated but I guess it can be summarized by fighting my way through an oil refinery with a guy from the West African branch... not quite sure how we made it through against the odds. On the way to the rendezvous point, I got hit with the brunt of a rocket launcher blast. Just missed me head-on, but slammed me against some old train gondolas. [ There's more to it. Three years of torture and acting against her will right up until that point, moving to the brink of exhaustion. The last vestiges of P30 swirling in her bloodstream, the tests -- both physical and psychological -- and the intel she provided. She's tired still, yet all she wants to do is carry on. ] Few broken bones, hyper-extension, so on and so forth. I was overall busted up pretty badly.
[ There are less physical scars than others. Jill pokes at the steak. ]
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[there's only the tiniest hint of humorous protest in his tone, despite the fact that it's the honest truth. Honestly, he probably shouldn't be alive at this point but here he is, still kicking]
See, I'd buy that if I were a younger guy. But seein' as I'm older and matured, it ain't got that connotation comin' from me. [and also there was no sass in it, like he normally tosses in there when he's being a cheeky jerk] Vivid hallucination? I'd buy it. Just don't go thinkin' about it too hard, that's probably one hell of a deep rabbit hole to go down.
[all the random possibilities and considering his experience, well. It was hard not to think that way. He still wasn't completely sold on Kyriakos' nonsense about worlds exploding, and since when he got back the only other guy who knew about it didn't remember . . . ah, well.
No booze in this cabinet, so he moves on to the next one. Shame no one was hiding any in there, so he makes a note to pick up some himself from somewhere. Maybe the bar. He raises an eyebrow at her explanation, though, and it's hard not to hide the slight impressed expression. Hell of a girl, to survive something like that] I'll say. Ain't no small thing, surviving something like that. Damn.
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[ No better way to enjoy your life than surviving against all odds. It's a pain, but it makes the days following all the sweeter. Maybe it's luck, but she'll take luck. ]
I can see how you manage to charm your way out of situations, but it's not working on me. On the bright side, it's giving me a good laugh and I know who to call if I need help with a negotiation. Anyway, you've gotta be about my age. Younger, I imagine. [ She's not sure if she should call him charming or not, but the ability to coax someone is valuable. As is keeping a conversation light when it could very well have tension to it. ] Let's just focus more on the food, shall we? Otherwise I'll drag you with me.
[ Being here alone opens up possibilities. Most of which, he's right, she doesn't exactly care to linger on as much as she'd like to know the reasons. She's not going to stumble on those reasons by her own thoughts. Information, then maybe it could be fallen back on.
Jill tilts her head over her shoulder into something of a shrug, twisting a faint and perhaps self-depreciating smile off in his direction. It's something she's heard before, even recently. ]
I don't let down. I'm pretty tenacious, so there just... wasn't an option then to give in. Could barely walk. [ It's not the first time. There's a sense about her that she's survived through more than one situation where the odds seemed to be against her. ] Smells and looks like a sirloin. Typically like it a bit more raw than medium, but let's stick with being safe.
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[he usually left that sort of wondering to the smarter kids, who were all about figuring a way out and taking down the baddies - not his cup of tea at the time, and not really his now, either. But that's more because he just got down with that.
He gives a little hum and pretends he doesn't see the smile, occupying himself with cabinet #3] Tenacious seems like a bit of an understatement to me. You're just one of those types who just ain't about gettin' killed.
[he peeks around the cabinet to grin at her] I can relate.
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[ But take it as a compliment. She thought he maybe was thirty-two, thirty-three or so. But it says a lot about age and the way people look or how she gauges appearance.
She's still nudging around the steak, flipping the other side over. Some seasoning or a marinade would have been nice, but she's too hungry to dig through unknown cabinets more or wait for it. Another time, maybe. ]
That's the kind of compliment that tickles me, you know. [ It actually does; she ducks her head, coy like she'd been told she does something extremely well or looks wonderful or something like that. She's come a long way. ] Yeah? This island-related or something you consider for yourself overall? [ A mild pause as she shifts a way a little and digs around more. ] You seen any plates or utensils? I mean, I'm all for eating off the pan and tearing it with my hands, but I'd rather you didn't think back on the day you met me like that.
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[he will take it as a compliment, because it's all about the age you feel and . . . okay he's been feeling pretty damn old lately but that's starting to go away]
Is it really a compliment if it's just tellin' the truth? [but he'll take those points, thank you] Island-related, mostly. Had a bad habit of getting shot and stabbed. [totally casual, like it's normal. He goes back to one of the cabinets and pulls out a couple of plates] Ain't found any utensils just yet, but I got plates.
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[ Though she keeps solo, out and about. Twenty-five, though... They were non-stop traveling the world then with different mercenary groups every week, sometimes every day. Hundreds of labs tore down in less than three years. Looking back on that is what makes her feel old.
Physically, she supposes she's not changed too much. She's doing pretty okay for herself in the appearance department aside from the scars and she feels stronger than ever. ]
Bit of both, maybe. Not everyone's vocal and honest, after all. [ That, of course, has her twist her expression, her brow raised enough that the rim of her hat lifts. ] Well, here's hoping that's a habit you can kick here. [ She's more intrigued than surprised by it, but it's clear that she's an old hand at the whole shot and stabbed game. Preferably, though, it's her doing those things. ] Well, we're half way there then.
[ She removes the pan from the heat, making sure the burner is off before she joins in the hunt more actively. ]
I was pretty serious about not being above eating it with my hands, though, just so you know.
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[he hums a little in agreement, closing the last cabinet to check the drawers for utensils next] Good point. All right, take it as both, then. Truth and a compliment. [it would almost count as flirting if he felt like he could manage that, but as it is, it's just a regular statement. Next drawer does find the utensils, however, and with a quiet "aha" he pulls them out and puts them on the table]
No need for that, we can at least pretend we're all civilized.
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[ But then she sees Barry's kids all grown and she remembers being that age. It doesn't necessarily make her feel bad or compare herself on a physical level so much as recall the way things had been. ]
Those are the best kind of compliments, if you ask me. [ She's looking in cabinets rather than drawers because she's not going to nudge him out of the way to get to them and who knows how things are stored here, right? But his response makes her do the tiniest little fistpump. ] Ah, my hero.
[ She's grabbing plates and stealing a knife -- god, it's probably the only one on the ship -- to cut the steak up equally (though she'll lie if he happens to notice his piece is a little bigger, it's definitely because hospital food beats mostly no food by a long shot). Plating it along with an egg each, she nearly drops it on the table before slipping into a chair. ]
It's a good thing because I wasn't going to take off my gloves.
[ She's the kind of person that cuts each piece as she eats it and since there's no toast, is dabbing the steak into the yolk. ]
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[as she finishes with the food, he takes a seat and to patiently wait, though he does give a low whistle at what she's managed with what the ship had. At the very least, it ain't canned shit, and he'll eat it whether it's good or not. Better than nothing, and he's been there, too]
Why, the gloves attached to your hands, or you just like lookin' stylish all the time?
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Not a bad thing, either. Kid-wise, it's all girls. Barry's got two daughters. [ Give it a year and he'll have a third, adopted on the spot. This time, she ignores the charming joke but reacts visibly with raised eyebrows and wide eyes; her grin widens minutely. ] Chris' got a younger sister, though I keep thinkin' she's younger than she is. College when we met, but now she's off on her own. My partners have always been men, but I think it's more strategic. I'm speed, they're living tanks.
[ Parker might as well have been a wall of meat. Chris was a different kind of buff and Barry was still a pretty muscular guy for his age. It had been different back in STARS, but the guys were all still comparatively much bigger than she was... and that was all of her colleagues at the time. Rebecca had only just been hired as a medic just before the group had collapsed under the hand of her superior. ]
You know, I considered saying "yes," just to see your reaction. Bet you'd feel kinda crappy if that was the case, huh. [ But she picks at the finger (or more correctly knuckle) of her fingerless gloves and removes just one. ] Just feels like I'm ready to go with 'em on.
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[he pauses, meat halfway to his mouth to regard her over his fork with a raised, interested eyebrow] You're bettin' wrong, lady. 'Least til I heard the story behind why. [he huffs a quick chuckle] I get it, I think. Can't say I've got anything like that 'cept the flannel and well - been wearing that on and off for months.
[but thank god it was that and not that stupid damned Dharma jumpsuit. Ugh]
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[ You have to assume they'll cover you, but there's a difference between trusting implicitly and trusting based on a requirement. One is more complete, one is volatile. She can count the people she really trusts on just about one hand. ]
Guess that'd be where my lie would fall apart, I'm not really good at spinning a yarn, especially if it has to be made up. [ She tells stories direct and factually, which is great when filling out paperwork but not so much when trying to entertain someone. ] Well, flannel's nice. Guess I might pick some up myself if we ever get off this ship. Otherwise this is what you'll be seeing for the undetermined future.
[ Screw jumpsuits. In theory they should be comfortable, but they aren't. She might have to wear the one provided for her at some point, but she's going to avoid it as long as possible. Her appetite still is off, but she's managing to keep all her food down; the way she eats is languid, but polite. ]
Be nice to get some comfortable pajamas, but I'm not gonna hold my breath. Just glad we've got private bunks -- which, I guess, brings up the point to knock first. I'm cool with company, just let me know what's up.
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[there were few people he trusted, and even fewer he trusted, and that was a a number at its all time lowest. The island had done a number on him even though he'd somehow escaped with his life]
Won't lie, it's an art that you gotta practice and craft to get it right. Ain't the greatest thing to be proud of, but I could probably sell some poor sap a bridge in Brooklyn if I really tried. [a snort, almost a laugh] It ain't bad, sure, but it ain't usually my choice of style either. If we get off the ship I'm goin' on a shopping adventure.
[what he wouldn't give for a damn decent leather jacket and some jeans that fit]
I'd assume knockin' first is common courtesy. Same with me, but I might leave the door open if'n I feel like company. Dunno yet, gotta meet the rest of the folk up here. >[it's mostly a joke, but he did tend to keep to himself often. Mostly because his personality didn't mesh well with everyone else's]
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Eh, if you ask me, it's where all the good stuff is at, anyway. You get to spoil selectively, see the kids at their best, and cart 'em off back to their parents with too much sugar in their system. [ It sounds a little like she might have some experience with doing this very thing. ] Ha, well, there are always other options if you put your mind to it.
[ But she's careful to side-step around anything further, smiling taut enough that her cheeks ache a little. Trust. That was down to what? Chris, his sister, Barry, Parker, and maybe Leon? For the most part, anyway. The word could be skewed and extended to a few others, but it was so limited. ]
Don't disagree, after all, there are people who make occupations out of hostage negotiations or treaty negotiations even if the words and ideals are already out there, the words and tone can really make a huge difference. [ Which is basically her way of saying it's not exactly her specialty. She's not terrible at it, but she's a little on the lax side and it's clear if she feels something, she's probably not going to stifle it for the sake of the other person or people involved. A "straight shooter," so to speak. ] Day one of our friendship and you've already said "shopping adventure," I don't know what else I've got to look forward to now.
[ Just the idea of him saying it is pretty funny to her. Enough that she ducks her head, tittering quietly to herself. She's starting to get toward finishing up now, slowly savoring the last few bites with a pleased expression. She limits herself, but it's obvious that she's holding herself back from cupping a cheek, almost. ]
Hey, I don't know what kind of traditions you've got where you're from. Suppose I'll do the same since I'm not usually one to deny company unless I'm too pooped to be decent company myself. [ She'd use sleep as her excuse, though, when she needed to be alone. A planet would probably be good, too. ] Well, when you become overwhelmingly popular with everyone else, I hope you'll still visit me from time-to-time.
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I hear ya there. I'd much rather spoil and give 'em back then deal with the whole bucket of responsibility parenting calls for. [the kids would be better off, too] Oh yeah? Like what?
[he hums a little, shoving a piece of meat in his mouth and chewing before answering] More than just words and tone. It's the whole deal - expression, body language, hell, even the clothes. 'Sides, negotiators don't always deal with that stuff face-to-face. Dunno about treaties so much. [he's a pro at it, and he doesn't mind talking about it in a shop sort of way] All kinds of adventures. We're traveling through space, I'm pretty sure that qualifies as adventurin' no matter what.
[hey don't laugh, it's legit]
Beats me, I'm the kind that bucks traditions. [but he at least knows not to open a door without knocking] Ha ha, you're funny. Only thing I'll get popular at as being the fleet's local asshole. Callin' it now.
[its almost like he wants the title]
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There's this thing people do sometimes called "adoption," you know? [ Although it's likely the concept might not exist, when she really thinks about it. Still, she has a sarcastic edge to it. ] Hey, that's actually something I do know about. Don't a bit of my own fair share of it, but I'm better at -- [ She is legitimately doing finger guns right now, one eye closed as she pretends to shoot at the wall. ] -- that sort of thing. I diffuse bombs, not situations.
[ It's an interesting tidbit about her that she hasn't spoken about so far. She's actually one of the best when it came to explosive disposal, though she'd never really brag about that or any of her particular skills. ]
You're talkin' to a woman that barely clocks in at five-five who was in the army and shoots monsters for a living -- and doesn't have short spiky hair. Tradition isn't exactly my forte, either. [ If she wasn't dressed as she was, wasn't in the kind of shape she was, and put on a little make-up she might pass for normal. Maybe. ] That so? You seem pretty okay to me. Hopefully you don't take that as an invite to be a dick, kinda like the little exchange we've got going on as-is.
[ She's not shy about it, but it's still weird to admit you actually enjoy someone's company. Especially when you've only known one another a day. ]
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He snorts when she does the finger guns, grin returning] Diffusing situations is for calmer folk. I'm better at causin' them or distracting people during 'em. [he isn't at all surprised she's good at that stuff, though - that's the impression he's gotten so far]
I didn't know short, spiky hair was a requirement. [he says, the lying liar, he knows it's a popular trope in movies] That's 'cuz you haven't caught me at a bad time. I have my moments - there's a guy on the Fleet here who knows me, he'll tell ya how much of an ass I am.
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