TT: Now do me a favor and hop off the couch. GG: Ok. GG: What are you doing? TT: Makin' room for something big. [CONCLUDED PREVIOUSLY]
TT: So you're going through with it then? TT: Today is the day? TT: It's not that simple. TT: It's a very dynamic situation with many moving parts, and I'm waiting for it to unfold. TT: If the right opportunity presents itself, yes, I could envision myself taking action. TT: Dynamic situation with many moving parts? TT: That's the shittiest erotic excerpt I ever read. TT: Which one of us was supposed to be the robot again? TT: Shut up. TT: I think you're being coy with me. TT: Don't you? TT: Not really. TT: It seems there is a 3.14159...4% chance you aren't being coy with me. Are you being coy with me, Dirk? TT: I am seriously going to go into your program and remove that particular speech pattern from your routines. TT: It stopped being funny about two seconds after I coded it. TT: The compiler even flagged it with a warning. TT: "WARNING ON LINE WHATEVER: Dirk, this isn't fucking funny." TT: I think you have this whole blueprint in your head about how it's all supposed to go. TT: He acts as your server player and brings you into the session. TT: Then later he joins the game. TT: Maybe he finds himself a bit overwhelmed by it all. TT: No extra lives left or anything. Suddenly he's backed into a corner, surrounded by monsters and out of ammo. SUBSTANTIAL vulnerabilities up in here. The kind that make a guy question what he believes about himself. TT: When who shows up to save him? None other than his dashing client player, +1 bitchin' pair of shades that'll have the best seat in the house when the fireworks go off. TT: Wait, whose fantasy were we talking about again? TT: Your gutterball was so rowdy it catapulted into the adjacent lane.