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[after spending the last few days either holed up in his office or beating the crap out of baddies (more so than usual, really), Gene has retreated to the Astral Plane where he may or may not be looking over a letter that may or may not be from Sam that may or may not have actually been written by Gene to fool his CID. it's half-finished and, after a moment, the Guv scowls and balls it up, tossing it away]

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That's bullshit and you know it.

[your growl does not intimidate Gene, Master. so he lights a cig and blows smoke in your face]

Fine, then. What're your terms?

Believe what delusions you will.

[his eyes go almost entirely black, and he growls again]

Are you so certain you want me deciding? Here I thought you'd love to have the control. Set things up so you could prove me wrong?

They aren't delusions, you nonce.

[smirks and takes a long draw]

I don't need to set it up to prove you wrong you right bastard.

No one would have found him up there, and you know it.

[he laughs]

Just like I've no need to cheat to prove myself right.

I'd have carried him down you div.

[pffts]

Right. So what do you suggest?

So you say.

[he muses for a few moments]

I doubt most of the things I can suggest you'd willingly do. ...How about something you feel you've the advantage on, Mr. Hunt?

[frowns, crossing his arms over his chest] I bet I could drink you under the table.

[he grins widely, flashing his fangs]

I accept the challenge. I could beat you without even trying.

I'd like to see you try.

When?

Tomorrow works as well as any other day.

[and here he steps away, but still keeps his overall pose and stance]

Tomorrow. I'll find you, Mr. Hunt, then we'll see which of us is right or wrong.

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