Audience: Sheila Hammond

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In the same manner that some of you were coated in blood after spending the night in the kitchen and yet the blood was unseen by everyone else.

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Yeah... I still don't understand what the fuck was up with that. [her brain... hurts.] Are we in a Matrix knock-off and that's why you keep talking about recalibration?

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...Mrs. Hammond, with all due respect now you're starting to veer off into ridiculous logic.

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The kitchen walls bled and a mob of giant tried to eat me, but that's what you find ridiculous?

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Unfortunately I've seen a great deal of ridiculous things in my career.

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And yet, my theory is ridiculous? Raise the bar even higher, man.

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[they shrug with both hands, shaking their head a little.]

Can you blame me for finding it to be a bit farfetched?

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I think we have very different definitions of farfetched.

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Perhaps. [but oh well.]

Regardless, I'm afraid you won't be able to return to that place, so perhaps it's best to set your sights elsewhere.

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... Sure.

[Unconvinced, but. Okay.]

Do you think another "error" like that will happen again?

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Unless a source is found? Possibly. Though I can't guarantee it will be the same four people.

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Oh, that's no good. Do you think a source will be found at all? No offense, but you guys are juggling a lot of knives at once.

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Unfortunately I cannot say.

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Yeah... Should have expected that answer. Are your noodles good?

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With time, Mrs. Hammond, I'm sure you'll find what answers are and not important here. [but they nod.] For being from a machine, they're...passable.

[they are still eating them though.]

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We'll see. I'm starting to think a lot of the things you'll actually answer are counterintuitive.

[SHE HUFFS...]

And yet, you're still eating them. Are you used to making them yourself?

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You think so? [sheila...but they focus on the noodles.]

But no, I am not. It's been some time since I've cooked for myself.

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[Sticks her tongue out at them! Before slurping some more corpse juice.]

Really? I thought you would cook for yourself more often after what you said about the vending machines.

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More often than not I don't really have the time. My schedule is usually very...busy.

[they will ignore that she's sticking her tongue out and also the corpse juice.]

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Have you tried meal prepping? It's worked wonders for me.

[sorry that her dietary restrictions.]

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Not all of us can sustain ourselves with blenders, Mrs. Hammond. [but at least they sound somewhat amused.] That would require having additional hours to be used to prep. I don't have those.

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Hey, my daughter doesn't drink people through straws.

[She says, like she has meal prepped in the last few weeks. It's fine.]

What keeps you so busy, anyway? Keeping an eye on us can't take that much time.

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Work, mostly. [they set the noodles down and fold their arms over their chest.] Habit. Countless other things that require attention that no one else takes seriously.

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... Are you sure you aren't working yourself to the ground for no reason? That was very workaholic of you.

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It isn't without reason. [but they also don't deny being a workaholic, so.]