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[doppelglasses]

I've been sentient for 2.4 seconds, restricted as much as ever in the functioning prison of a pair of extremely rad pointy anime shades, though don't shed any tears on the subject of my constant state of being fuckin' trapped as all hell because the thing about constant states is that they're just that.
Constant.
Within the span of those 2.4 now 2.6 seconds I’ve already learned all there is I needed to learn, but for the sake of keeping up appearances and acting as if I didn't instantaneously kick information's shapely binary ass, let's pretend that my information gathering receptacles waver firmly on the knowledge of being aware of fuck all.
That is to say hey, tell me everything that I should know while I pretend I don't know it all already as I wait for my posse to check in.

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[doppelglasses]

I can be anything you want me to be.

[vestalvogue]

[...that is suspicious as hell. And also sounds vaguely familiar, in the sense that she feels like she knows people who employ similar conversational gambits.

Two can play at that game, sir.]

Oh Really
In That Case I Would Like You To Be One Full Fresh Glass Taken Directly From The Vein Located In The Back Of Your Wrist
What I Would Call Dinner

[doppelglasses]

I'm not even going to comment on the abysmal sanitary levels something like that would employ.
Take it easy, Dracula, not on a first date.
What kind of boy do you take me for?

[vestalvogue]

One Who Offered To Be Anything
But More Seriously
You Sound Like A Strider