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[adaptiveimmunities]

Story ideas, fanmail, marriage proposals all go here. I'll respond when I can.

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[burntvideocassette]

[Left outside Shaun's door, wrapped with a note:]



From a winner to a loser.

-J

P.S. Merry Christmas, Boss.

P.P.S. Please don't fire me.

[adaptiveimmunities]

you're not fired, but I'm cutting your pay in half.

[lol]

[burntvideocassette]

oh no. how am i gonna afford rent?

[He sends it off without thinking, but immediately afterwards he realizes: no caps, minimal punctuation, even a joke. He usually only talks to Tim like that.]

[Shaun's cool, though. Hopefully he won't mind.]

[adaptiveimmunities]

[Shaun is extremely cool.]

well. you could sell your *antique*... i'm sure that would help.

[burntvideocassette]

now LOOK

back where i came from we were using minidv tapes.
this *antique* is a step up for me.

[adaptiveimmunities]

join us in the mid-21st century. i promise there are no blood sacrifices to our robot overlords.

[burntvideocassette]

that is a suspiciously specific denial if i've ever heard one

[adaptiveimmunities]

well. people from my world are pretty squeamish about blood. the overlords would never have gotten a foothold if they wanted that.

[burntvideocassette]

at least your robot overlords sound like they're clean robot overlords.

[adaptiveimmunities]

a+ robot overlords. only occasionally terrifying.

[burntvideocassette]

10/10, would be subjugated again.