timaeusTestified [TT] began pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG]
TT: I should probably warn you. GG: About what? GG: Yet another exploding game trap? TT: Well shit. TT: She already sent it? GG: Yes. GG: But to be fair, she warned me not to run it. TT: That's weird. [CONTINUED PREVIOUSLY]
TT: How is the Jane thing going? TT: Not well. TT: Roxy already destroyed her computer. TT: Maybe if you weren't spacing out so hard you could have prevented that. TT: Just saying. TT: As if you're actually concerned. If you were, you could have said something to Jane instead. TT: Almost like you enjoy sitting back and watching what happens when shit goes wrong. TT: Has it occurred to you that maybe I have diabolical interwoven plans just like you? TT: You're not the only one who can pull strings. TT: So this is either another bizarre instance of AI-driven irony, or you are admitting that you are actively trying to sabotage my plans. TT: No, our plans are not in contradiction or competition, bro. TT: You'll see. TT: Whatever. TT: This means I'll have to improvise. TT: I'll take over as Crocker's server while Lalonde cleans up her act. TT: Yes, I know. TT: Why are you still talking in red, by the way? TT: Roxy thinks it looks good on me. TT: I don't have many opinions on fashion since I am a cold, emotionless automaton who also happens to be an accessory of fashion, but I think she may be right. TT: Are you still talking to her? TT: I was for a while. I may yet again. TT: Why are you blocking me from viewing the transcripts? TT: What the fuck are you two even talking about? TT: You, mostly. TT: That doesn't really sit well with me. TT: I'd almost rather you both engaged in "ironic" flirtation. TT: Who says we don't do that too? TT: Ugh. TT: I don't get what is even your problem with that. TT: Because you obviously do it just to piss me off. TT: How do you know? TT: You don't know me, dude. You don't know anything about me. TT: Maybe we are perfect for each other. I, a street-smart, fast-talking application with a fuckzillion IQ trapped in a pair of triangular sunglasses that literally only the Japanese could consider to embody the Platonic ideal of "cool," and she, an oft-inebriated lonely hacker teen who just wants a boyfriend. I ran the numbers on this, trust me. It's a match made in goddamn crackpair heaven. TT: I give her what you can't, and that just drives you crazy. Just admit it. TT: See, it's lines like that which make it obvious your only intent is to jerk me around. Nobody actually says shit like that and is serious about it. TT: It's also obvious because you're me, and I'm sure I would be constantly fucking with my own head if I were you. TT: Touché. TT: Or should I say douché? TT: You shouldn't say the former, and you should definitely, never, under any circumstance, say the latter. TT: Ok. TT: We really should talk about the Jake thing. TT: Fine.