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[no, my fellow Plane-goers, your eyes do not deceive you. there are, in fact, two Genes sitting at the Astral Bar, each with a pint in hand -- and each with a set of wings that were most certainly not there the last time anyone spoke with the Guv. there's also this weird little fact that the Gene Genie is looking a mite peculiar, in that he's, well ... slightly more feminine in appearance? oh androgyny, you and Gene don't mix. not that the Genes at the bar seem to care, really. they're more interested in talking shop]

This hellhole's gone on long enough. 'bout time someone stepped in to fix the bloody place.

So long as Tyler isn't getting his head stuck where it don't belong, I could give a toss about who's doing what to who.

I don't care who or what your Tyler is, so long as he isn't breaking the law. You understand that?

Like a tart with her titties showing.

[both men snort and take a drink.

I suggest you approach with caution]

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...That is probably one of the most unsettling things anyone has ever said to me.

Diva, I said don't hurt him. And I mean it.

[what to do, what to do]

[oh yeah, throwing him into the black hole]

[why doesn't Sam like this prospect?]

Let's try to find Kaizer. All right? And I'll be here, Gene, so you don't have to worry about anything. I won't run off. I won't leave you.

{She tenses briefly, but relaxes once Sam repeats the warning}

I won't hurt him, Sam. But I won't let him hurt you either.

What do we need some other bloke for? We don't need no one else, 'specially not this bird. She's about as helpful as a dirty trollop on a dead man. She leaves, you stay with me. Got it?

I think I'm going to have to have another talk with Gene about repressed homoerotic feelings.

[steps in closer to Diva; quietly--]

We'll lead him to that hole and try to push him in. He'll follow me, if he's anything like yours was. I don't want to hurt him, but I'd rather not lose an arm, either. I'll need your help to not get killed and I'll probably need you to get him in, too.

That's fine.

{But Diva's temper is rising because this is just like their early interactions! But Diva can't beat this Gene in a drinking contest. >:|}

You don't even know who I am! You can't say something like that. Ne, I'm not leaving.

I'm not a bleedin' faerie, you poof!

[swings his attention to Diva, giving her a gruff look]

Don't need to know who you are. I just need you to stop pissing about and get lost.

If you two girls are going to keep arguing... [turns his back on them (possibly stupid) and heads on towards the black hole!]

{And in the ultimate display of maturity, Diva sticks her tongue out at Gene before she follows Sam}

Oi, Tyler! [Gene is so not a girl! but he's going to stomp after you, soon as he flicks Diva off for being a childish bint]

I correct my statement: if you two children are going to keep arguing.

[but at least his cunning plan seems to be working. Unsettling is that Gene still seems rather Gene-like]

{She trots closer to Sam and latches herself to his arm, whispering sourly as if vocalizing Sam's thoughts. BECAUSE GENE IS SUCH A DICK >|}

Ne, even for a fake Gene, though, he still certainly acts like him!

I'm not a kid. [grump grump. AND HE HEARD THAT, DIVA] And I'm not fake! I'm the Gene Genie, in the flesh!

Well, Guv, if you really are, let me say that your transition to female seems to have gotten stuck half way.

It doesn't look that good either. You wouldn't make a very good girl, not-Gene.

Stop calling me a girl, the both of you! [glaaare] Why's the broad coming, too?

[grinning at Gene] Because she looks very good as a girl, Guv'nor, and if I had to make a choice, I know which of you I'd pick.

{:D!!!} Ah, thank you, Sam. Ne, but you don't need to worry, Gene. I won't be any trouble at all, I promise.

No, you don't. If you know what's good for you, you'll stick with me.

We'll see about that.

[a bit of an incredulous look at Diva, because did Gene really just say that]

And Diva lets me make my own decisions, which is not something you're winning at today.

{indeed he did, Sam}

He usually wins at it?

Oi! I'm the Gene Genie! I make decisions! You'll bloody well listen to me, you got that?

Good point, Diva. Should've thought of that. That means Diva wins every day.

[and he just keeps walking along with his vampire girlfriend, because that seems to be the number one way to keep Gene heckling you]

{:D Diva likes this conversation}

Oh, how nice, then! Perhaps we should go to another event together. If Gene's decisions don't matter, anyways.

You aren't going anywhere with him! [Sam!Gene may or may not be about ready to toss you aside (literally), Diva. just sayin'] And she doesn't win! She's just a broad. I'm sheriff and that means I win.

Well at least he remembers that much.