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[leylined]

I feel like Batman.

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[liberty_bodice]

And then he just sends everyone dick pictures until they kick him out.

We didn't actually say anything untrue, though.

[leylined]

You get them, too?

[liberty_bodice]

[She might've just cackled] NO!

[leylined]

[He sighs.] My life has become dick pics and Murder Squash.

[liberty_bodice]

That is a terrible, terrible life. I am so sorry. [It's genuine sympathy, where Murder Squash is involved.]

[leylined]

I've managed to at east change it, mostly. But I can't get it off of the default ringtone.

[liberty_bodice]

[She holds a hand out] Let me see?

[leylined]

[He hands it over with a bemused look. ohgodbluepleasedon'tfigureouthowtochangeitbecausehethinksit'sadreamphone.]

[liberty_bodice]

[She has a very low end version of the phone, so there are more bells and whistles. And it also seems like it's been tweaked to hell and back - which made sense, given that Kavinsky had given it to him. But she looks at the settings] How close are you to Kavinsky when it changes back?

[leylined]

We live in the same house. Does it really matter?

[liberty_bodice]

Considering you have Bluetooth and easy share turned on, yeah. It's probably syncing to his phone.

[leylined]

That dick.

[liberty_bodice]

[She laughs, turns both off, and changes his ringtone] That might fix it. It might go all tweaky when it's in proximity to his phone though. [She grins at him] You're so cute when you're Amish.

[leylined]

I am not. [Bitch moan mumble grumble.]

[liberty_bodice]

Are too. It's okay. You're less Amish now.

[leylined]

I can't believe I overlooked that. [And now he's just staring at the evil piece of technology.] Why did you let me suffer so long?

[liberty_bodice]

Just dawned on me. And hey, I've been pretty Amish up until recently. You know I'd never knowingly make you suffer with Murder Squash. That's worse than toilet Hot Pocket.

[leylined]

I....Okay, you have a point.