Part 928: Inigo C

Hey, Gerome. How's it going?

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What's with the silent treatment?

Nothing? Not even a monosyllabic reply? Grunt once if you can hear me.

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Look, you're already hard enough to read thanks to that silly mask.

The least you could do is respond when someone says hello.

No, it isn't.

What isn't?

It isn't the least I can do. The least I can do is nothing. And I've no intention of whiling away my valuable hours with a vapid male floozy.

Yowch.

What did I ever do to you? Aside from that time I stepped on your wyvern's tail, which was SO an accident. Oh, wait. There's also the time I left all that butter in your tent. Did you get the butter scorpions cleared out yet? Those guys can be nasty.

Wait, I know what this is about! You're mad because I voted you Most Likely to Go Bald at dinner last week.

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Not that either, eh? Hm... Well, I'm fresh out of ideas.

I'm surprised to see you think at all. ...Now good-bye.

Hey, hey, whoa! Wait! Don't you think that's a little harsh? I haven't-

(Gerome leaves)

Okay, then. See ya around, Gerome! Someday... Boy, that guy has NO sense of camaraderie.

We're fighting a war here! You think he'd at least try to get along...