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[didorothy]

[sitting at a desk in the middle of the Astral Plane, working on his paperwork like a good little nancy boy. And, like a good little nancy boy, he's listening to a broadway musical. On the glasses Fumie gave him, to be specific.

In fact, he's singing along to one. Yes indeed, Sam's singing "If You Were Gay."]

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[didorothy]

Not when the talking and the listening aren't properly distributed between parties.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Bit like math! Or logic. The laws of distribution.

[didorothy]

A bit like that, I suppose.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

All right! Well then, Sam. Show me a proper conversation.

[didorothy]

I can't; it's a two person thing.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Then start one with me?

[didorothy]

All right.

Hey, Doctor. How're things going?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Uhm, the dolphins lobbed a coconut at me today.

[didorothy]

Did it hit?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it did. [rubs his head] They wanted my attention but hell there's better ways.

[didorothy]

What did they want you for?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, wanted to ask me about sending a scouting party out into the deeper waters to talk to the Orcas. We haven't managed to convince them into a cease fire. Well, not a literal cease fire.

[didorothy]

What's a literal cease fire? As opposed to a figurative one?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Putting out a fire, I suppose? Or just actually stopping a fire. Like freezing it, maybe?

[didorothy]

No wonder you don't do normal conversation. You don't sound so smart in it.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Oi! I sound fine, thank you very much.

[didorothy]

Of course, Doctor. [pats his shoulder consolingly]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[just rolls his eyes and sighs at you, Sam]