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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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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.

{bring it bitch}

I believe I already am.

[them's fightin' words]

Then you can stop. [aaaand Gene pulls out his gun]

[steps in front of Diva out of instinct - arms out, 'calm down,' eyes on Gene]

Guv. Stop.

{No, Sam, you've got it backwards. Diva doesn't step from behind Sam, but she stares back at Gene coldly}

Oh? Now you want to shoot me? How barbaric. If you really want to, that's fine, but it wouldn't be a smart thing to do.

You seem to forget who you're talking to, Tyler. [but Gene does lower the gun, since Sam told him to. he glares at Diva, though] Just keep your bitch out of the way.

[he looks at Diva first] You know he's different. Don't fight him. I can handle this.

[and now to Gene]

And you. Give me that gun.