PC CATCHALL WITH NERO

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[perfectdistance]

Hurts, don't it!

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[...]

[He's just sulking now. Why must cruel fate be like this.....]

But I warned you.....

[perfectdistance]

Yeah?! And what would ya do if I had shitty reflexes? Got hit in the head?! Metal hurts!

[greatdeduction]

I'm sure you would've been fine...the human skull is a powerful thing, after all.

[:/]

[perfectdistance]

[He raises up the pan like he's about to smack Shlomes on the head.]

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[CAN YOU LIKE, NOT]

[ALSO RAISING HIS HANDS TO PROTECT HIMSELF but he's full-on depressed now, suddenly]

Ah, so I see...a great detective is going to die, murdered and ground up into meat by a chef to cook in pies...how terribly gruesome...so this is it....

[perfectdistance]

Gross, why would I eat ya?

[THAT'S THE PART HE OBJECTS TO...]

[greatdeduction]

What, you don't think I would be delicious?

[WHY IS THIS A QUESTION?]

[perfectdistance]

[HE SMACKS HIS ARM AGAIN.]

You're too far up on the food chain, you'd be awful. There's a reason people don't eat tigers and wolves and stuff like that.

[greatdeduction]

Ow!

[STOP!!]

Are chefs normally this aggressive? [Rubbing his arm.] And they do! Well. More for the fun of the hunt, I suppose...I've never tasted a wolf or a tiger...

[perfectdistance]

When people are messin' with kitchens they sure fucking are!

[SMACK.]

[greatdeduction]

I wasn't messing with it, dear sir, that pan clearly can't be used!

[SMACKS THE PAN IN RETURN STOPPPPP]

[His daemon just looks Very Done from where she's sitting next to him.]

[perfectdistance]

If you're gonna get rid of shit, [HE SMACKS HIM.] put it to the side to be disposed of! [HE SMACKS HIM.]

[greatdeduction]

Yes, yes! I do think one or two smacks was enough, you know! I got the point! Stop!

[perfectdistance]

[He brandishes the pan like the weapon it still clearly is.]

You ain't gonna throw more shit. Right?

[greatdeduction]

[sulking again.......like a five year old........]

No, I'll be good.....

[perfectdistance]

Good.

[He has not stopped holding the pan.]

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....


[Looks up at him.]

You are done, aren't you? And here I was just trying to make something to eat, my dear fellow.

[perfectdistance]

I'm still decidin'.

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.........




Well, I'm hungry, so.

[He's getting up to go open a drawer to look inside.]

[perfectdistance]

[He is only hovering, Disce looped around his neck as a black snake. Judging.]

[greatdeduction]

[He pulls out a bag of roasted peanuts! It's unopened!]

[He opens it, and offers it to Nero.]

[perfectdistance]

... You don't think this is a meal, right? This is a snack at best.

[greatdeduction]

Did I say it was a meal? Of course it's a snack. And an unrotten one, too. Here, you can have some.

[perfectdistance]

[Okay, this man has some sense of what a meal is.

Sure he'll take two.]