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[Fumie is just a bit bloody and bruised, her t-shirt and shirt torn and she is positively beaming like crazy]

WE TOOK DOWN GODZILLA! [waves around a jar with a pretty damn mighty jewel in it] I told you we could! Me and Sam know what we're doing. It was like the giant fish but a much greater challenge. And I don't lose any challenges, so!

That'll teach monsters to eat whatevers. [nods firmly]

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Why does that fail to surprise me? But in... thirty years, computers will be small enough to be in practical use. Telephones will be mobile, fit in the palm of your hands. You'll be able to put computers into brief cases and walk around with them. And the internet is this thing that connects all computers - well, all the ones with access - to each other, for information to transfer all across the world. That's the type of place Fumie is coming from. With everything available to her through those glasses, she doesn't need dolls.

[poor Sam, the Guv can't even fathom this world of technology. at all. and, quite frankly, he wouldn't want to live in it, anyway.] What's the point? A bloody computer isn't gonna hit the streets and nick the scum that's wandering about. Nothing can take the place of this, Tyler. [taps his skull] We've got files. That's all the information I need. [crosses his arms] She's a bird, Tyler. 'course she plays with dolls.

[poor Gene, the Boss is getting clingy to his beloved technology and wants to go home and cuddle it. Which he can, but he hasn't figured that one out, yet] They don't take the place of it - they facilitate it. Proper databases, Guv. The DNA, fingerprints, and history of every former suspect, available in an instant. You don't have to waste detectives looking through files - one click and you can have all the information you need.

[stop fondling your tele, Sam] And like I said: who needs files? It's all up here, Tyler. Files are for useless gits.

[but Sam loves his telly! And Annie always turns him down, and you only beat him up, and fondling Chris is like pedophilia, and Ray, well, he's just out of the question. Sam has no one to fondle BUT his telly]

[also: Sam has a rare moment of Knowing When It's Pointless To Fight] Sure, Guv.

[Annie would stop turning you down if you'd stop acting creepy, Sam. Agreed on the pedophilia and Ray bits. ~~Gene would totally love it if you fondled him.~~]

Good to see you've learned some sense there, Tyler.

[But creepy comes almost as naturally to Sam as emo! ~~Sam is going to pretend he didn't read those strikeouts. Which is good, as he technically hasn't~~]

'course, Guv. --Guv? Did... did your CID realise you had [hesitates for a bit] left them, for a bit?

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[Gene's pretending I didn't type it in the first place. and giving Sam his 'stop being emo before I beat you' look]

What? Got offed? Nicked it? Kicked the bucket? Visited Lucy in the sky? They didn't say a damn thing, Tyler, and I expect you to follow their lead, we understood?

[sharply] I was wondering if any time passed for them, or if everything stopped without the great Gene Genie to witness it all.

[shoves a finger in Sam's face, not in the mood to put up with his attitude] Considering it is my reality, it stopped dead as I did, okay, Tyler? Nothing happened, nothing changed, no one so much as farted. Now shut it or I'll do it for you!

[takes a step back, fingers curling into fists as he tries to hold himself back from punching Gene in the face.

Ultimately, he fails.]

[and the hit connects! (for once) and the Guv reels back, momentarily stunned -- not so much from pain but from, well...Sam finally landing a hit -- and retaliates with his own punch to Sam's head. because this is how adults handle their feelings, children]

[actually manages to block it, and punches in return. Come on, Gene, show him who's boss!]

[block's Sam's return shot, grabbing his fist and twisting his arm to the side as he steps in, slamming his opposite shoulder into his DI's chest, the momentum knocking Sam into the wall, where the Guv keeps him pinned] Don't you ever take a swing at me again, Tyler.

You deserved it.

[glares, snarling a little, then shoves Sam hard against the wall before stepping away and lighting up, back to him] Get over yourself, Tyler, and learn that what I say goes. You shouldn't have been asking the question in the first place.

[slumps against the wall, shoving his hands into his pockets] I was making an inquiry into the facts, Guv. I wasn't asking for anything else.

Yeah, well, you don't need to know the 'facts' this time, Tyler. There's no case, there's nothing to solve. I'm here, so just let it go.

If you'd really let it go, you wouldn't get so bloody angry when I try to ask a question about it.

And what have I told you in the past about bloody well asking questions, Gladys? I think it was 'don't.' And what my CID does is none of your bloody business, anyway, so shut it.

I'm a detective. Questions are in the job description.

Not when it's about your superior officer, Tyler. And not after he's told you to shut it in the past. [pulls out another cig, cause he's going through them like candy right now] Now either do something productive or get out, 'cause I'm not bloody well spending anymore time on this bullshit.

[somehow, he finds the strength to straighten up, though he's still leaning against the wall] I'll go. I need a Scotch.

Good. Me, too. You can buy me a pint. Now let's go, you bleedin' git. [claps him on the shoulder]

[lip curls, head tips up as if he's going to give a sharp retort and declination. But then his head sinks again, and he sighs and pushes himself off the wall, plastering on a smile] Yes, Guv.

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