King of all wild things.

What about those of us who already HAD to deal with the squirrel? Seriously, I wish fleas upon you.

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Dude. Its not like I let it loose. Chill.

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Squirrel? Where?

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Back outside. I let it go.

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Mrrr.

Catseye is going outside to play now!

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Of course you're not a dog. Who's calling you a dog?

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Forge!

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You brought a SQUIRREL over to my DESK!

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Yeah? And? I was holding it. I mean, dude, I wouldn't go so far as to screw up your machines!

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And that justifies calling him a dog?

Kyle has a feral mutation, Forge. He is not a dog.

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Fine, I'll endeavor to be a little more politically correct here.

BAD BOY WITH FERAL MUTATION! BAD! NO BISCUIT!

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Now you're being a smartass.

I think you need a lecture on the difference between political correctness and common sense. Shall I come find you?

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I'm getting a lecture on common sense from the guy who's apparently been dropped on his head so many times he hears voices from the future?

If people would just get it through their thick skulls that I don't need everyone poking around - especially with rabid little dirty squirrels - when I'm working - then everyone can get along. Otherwise, I feel a bit entitled to establish what everyone likes to call "personal space", right?

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Its my room -too-, jackass. The squirrel was on barely even on your side of the damn room.

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Do you guys have a fucking chalk line drawn down the middle of your floor or something?

Fellas, shut up. You're shouting and letting rabid animals run around in our suite. Remember that I live right next to you two, and I don't need little grey rats with fuzzy tails deciding to harbor nuts in my guitar.

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Dude. No running, I promise. It was in my hand the entire time.

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Good. Because I would hate to think what might happen to you if you let something loose.

You know how they say that cats always land on their feet? I wonder if that's true for feral muties too.

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Man, you people. I'm not gonna let a squirrel run around the suite. DUDE.

And so far, yeah. Always on my feet.

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Hmm. So if I dropped you from a few stories up in the air, you'd land on your feet? I won't test that theory if you keep your squirrels and naked purple cat people clear of me. Just saying.

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Not sure about a couple of stories. I know at least from the top of the big oak out front though.

I can't talk for Catseye, but I'll leave the squirrels out of the room.

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Sounds good.

I really don't care about squirrels in your room ruining Forge's stuff, as long as you keep the door closed so I don't have to hear him squealing like a little girl.

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I don't want the squirrels ruining -my- stuff, so seriously, not a problem.

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he *would* scream like a girl, wouldn't he?

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The both of you can go jump in a lake together.

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Dude, that lake is like, even cold for -me-.

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A dunk in cold water would probably do a majority of the folks here a world of good.

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That's what I'm saying. Would certainly make some of them smell less like all they do is have sex.

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For once, o ferally-mutated roomie, we are in complete agreement. Might even help Jay get over his PMS. Pre-Molting Syndrome and all that.

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I'll... be hiding from the death-from-above now.

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no way. I'm not getting pnuemonia so you can dream of me wet.

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You give yourself an awful lot of credit there.

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so do you.

besides, if I don't, who will?

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Well, now you're just fishing for compliments there.

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*rolls eyes*

because you're oh so modest.

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It's hard to be modest when you're this damn good, you know.

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exactly.

purple's the rage man, get with it.

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The occasional nights spent with a purple-haired female in the suite have already been interesting. You may be on to something there.

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duh. we purple people know these things.

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You know, for a purportedly intelligent young man, you're very rigid in your thinking. I'd say it's sad, but really, it's more laughable than anything else.

And if establishing your personal space involves calling your very much human roommate a dog? No, kid. You are not entitled.

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You know what? It got dealt with. Kyle deals with his stuff, I deal with my stuff, no one deals with Jay's stuff - it's a happy little roommate detente.

And no, I'm not offended that you and the Haunted Mansion in your backbrain think I'm funny. At least I do my own thinking.

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Oh, so we're admitting now that the Askani are in fact there and not just a schizophrenic delusion? Well, that's progress... you'll be referring to them as brain-sucking parasites in no time.

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They'd starve.

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