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022: [ voice ] The Hills Are Alive

[ there's a sound of pages rustling, as though someone is flipping through something. maybe a book, maybe a magazine. Then comes soft humming, before Taxon is treated to: ]

Girls in white dresses with no stupid sashes
Men with their briefs hanging low on their package
Rappers and singers glowing bright with their blings
These are a few of my favorite things

Parties and soirees and Oscar night fever
Scandals and horrors and fashion disasters
Collections for winter and summer and spring
These are a few of my favorite things!

When there're glitches, those damn bitches,
When I'm bored as hell
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I do feel sooooooo swelllllllllllllllllllll.

[ silence. then the sound of someone chuckling. ] Good thing my tablet's turned off--

--oh, crap.

[ ooc | song is a modified version of The Sound of Music's My Favorite Things. I DO NOT APOLOGIZE. ...although I should because tags will be slow until Saturday :( I just can't resist! ]

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Or maybe because you're both wrong and won't admit it.

[Pause.]

How can we both be wrong? One side would win the fight.

How? They won't even meet, ever! Unless it's in, like, some stupid parallel universe or whatever!

The astronauts could have time travel! Or land on a planet with cavemen aliens!

Anyway, it's mostly theoretical.

It's also mostly stupid.

...and since it's you and Angel, I'd say that's already a given.

Hey, it's a-- I mean, we--

...yeah, all right, maybe it's not the most important discussion ever. I mean, it was sort of a tangent. I was really just asking about working here again when it came up.

Working where, again?

Angel investigations. I may not be able to stand the boss, but I need the cash.

You're gonna be working with us? As what?

...more or less the same thing I was before I got kidnapped. You know, general fighter, defender of the innocent, that sort of thing. Why?

Oh, I don't know. I mean, it's not like I've worked with you or anything, so forgive me if the idea strikes me as a little... okay, a lot weird.

...Angel's told you I've got a soul now, right? And I haven't been one of the bad guys for a lot longer than that. And I haven't worked for Angel Investigations before, but I've worked with everyone. Except you, I mean.

My point exactly.

Oh, well. Just as long as I don't get pay cuts so Angel or the aliens can afford to pay you - I've got no problem with it.

Well, Angel said it was all right, so I figure it'll work out.

Was this before or after your lovely duet?

Before.

And Angel said it's still all right after that testosterone-filled song?

Yeah, I don't see why it'd change anything. I mean, it's hardly the first time we've fought.

Probably not the last either, from the look of things.

Next time we'll take it somewhere you don't have a desk, promise.

Considering the other place I have a desk in is in my apartment and you're not invited in it? I'd say 'okay, then'.

[...ouch. Not that he expected to be invited in, but still, not like he'd do anything bad if he were.]

Right. Well, there you have it. Safe as houses.

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