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This place is complete bullshit. Every time I try using this crap 'technology' it up and breaks like the useless junk it is. And if one more bloke tries copping a feel of my arse, I'm locking the whole bloody city up. You hear me, brat? You're whole bloody city, nicked. Don't think I won't.

And Tyler. You and I need to talk.

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You don't give a - you d - y -

You what?

I'm not repeating myself.

... That's not fair. I'm trying to talk to you, and then you... you throw something like that out, and now I can't say anything. That's not fair. [sulking? Sam? Never!]

You weren't talking to me, Tyler, you were interrogating me. Treating me like your bloody enemy, when I'm the farthest thing from that you've got. Christ, you're a goon. Would you like a nappy, you bloody baby?

[raises an eyebrow] 'Farthest thing from an enemy,' Guv? What would that be, then? [there is, if you pay attention to the details, something like a smirk hinted in his cold look] Ally? Superior office? Teammate? Partner? Friend?

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[may or may not be pouting (he is)] How's about the bloke who's about to bosh some bloody sense into you?

[and it's a full-fledged smug, entertained, 'I know you care about me' grin] So the last two, then? Aww, Gene. I never thought you'd admit it.

Oh, shut it, you nancy poofter.

Anything for a friend.

...just shut up and grab your coat. We're going to the pub.

[grabs his coat and pulls it on] Yes, Gene. [on the bright side, you made him smile?]

-wait. We can't. You're an eleven year old Japanese school girl.

... [if Gene Hunt facepalmed, he'd be doing it now] Bloody gooks...fine, fine. I need a drink, though, and I don't have my whisky on me. Know anyplace I can get some without breaking the law?

Bar on the Astral Plane. Restocks itself. [totally didn't use that to his advantage one particularly bad night after he died]

The hell did I not know about this? Lead away, Tyler. I need to get pissed.

School uniform can't be that bad. [heads off in the general direction of Ye Olde Astral Bar]

Wouldn't know: don't wear one. Getting mighty sick of being treated like I do, though. I'm not a bloody skirt. [frowns] Aren't you a gook right now, too?

[long-suffering sigh: alas for Gene being a racist git] I'm in Japan as Minato.

How the hell do you do it without wanting to shoot something?

A lot of people like Minato. It makes everything pretty easy.

Oh, and I'm just more tolerant than you are over all.

A lot of people seem to like your little twit, too. That's the problem: they won't leave me alone.

...and what's that supposed to mean?

I get along with people better than you do. You're violent and abrasive and abusive. People don't usually react kindly to that.

's not my fault they're all a bunch of nancy poofter arseholes who can't handle the world for what it is. We can't all be little gay boys like you, Tyler.

And it's not their fault that you feel the need to insult everyone around you. Not everyone's used to ignoring you.

No one ignores the Gene Genie, thank you very much.

[Sam feels his response is best made by simply Not Replying to that]