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[sets down various weapons as stolen from Minato's under-the-bed armory. It is worth noting that he's chosen to relax at the bar, and that there is an opened bottle of whisky on the counter]

House fire in Kingston upon Hull, six-year-old boy dead. It's considered an accident.

Ethics in altering the past you know as a fact while back in time: discuss.

[drinks from his glass of whisky]

Or don't.

[and another drink!]

A word, Guv.

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And you knew what I meant, so don't try that, Gladys.

I could graph an equation depicting the relationship between what you called me and what mood you're directing at me. Actually, it'd have to be a program. Could probably do it in Turing.

If 'Gladys' then

...Actually, 's a bit complicated for Turing. Maybe C++?

...or you could make some bloody sense instead of spouting gibberish. This isn't 'Hyde,' Tyler. And even if it were, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't know what the hell you're talking about.

They're programming languages. For computers.

The hell does a computer need language for? 's just a stupid machine.

Which runs on a language.

More like runs on the power of my fist pounding it repeatedly.

[snorts] Well done, Kong. Would you please climb down from the Empire State Building now?

[hmphs] Soon as you tell me how you can be friends with the beast, Ann.

I don't know that they write 'How-To's for that.

Don't get smart with me. You say I'm either dead or dying in 'Hyde.' So why bother with me here? You've got that whole world you think means so much, what's the point in establishing anything here? Or do you like mucking about with our lives?

Guv, drop it.

No.

Too bad. I'm not talking about this. [stands up] Finish off the bottle, I don't care. [turns to leave]

[sharply] Don't walk away from me, Tyler.

[over his shoulder] Don't push me.

I'm not the one talking about having to leave for some ruddy future that doesn't bloody exist.

Piss off!

I said no!

[that doesn't even earn a response for Sam walking away. If you want your man, you'll have to chase him down, Gene~]

[you say that like it's a problem. hi, Sam, have Gene grabbing you from behind and slamming you into a wall or something] I told you not to walk away from me.

[he can't actually hit Gene in that position, then] Yes, Guv. As you command, Guv. Are you happy now, Guv?

[scowls and shoves away from him] You want to leave CID? You wanna walk out on us someday for 'Hyde?' Fine. But I'm not letting you walk away from this answer. If 'Hyde' matters so much, why the hell are you bothering being my mate?