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[hackintheaster]

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[chemwhiz]

[After about four days of attempting to dial Rob's stupid number, he gets voicemail, of course. He almost hangs up and just doesn't bother leaving a message because suddenly he doesn't want to do this anymore, but it needs to be done. It's needed to be done for, like, a week. So. Here goes.]

Hey.

We... need to talk.

[chemwhiz]

No. No more talking about it, Rob. Please. Don't even think about it. What we don't know won't hurt us.

[hackintheaster]

But that's going to make me even more curious.

[chemwhiz]

Well. Just. Don't let your Batsenses tingle, then. Just. Turn them off.

Seriously, I'll start singing again if I have to.

[hackintheaster]

I can't just turn off my batsenses, man. It'd be like me telling you to turn off your stomach. It's who I am.

But you drive a hard bargain, and let's just move on before my ears start bleeding from the thought.

[chemwhiz]

Oh, come on, I'm not that bad. [No, you are, Wally.]

[hackintheaster]

No, you are. You really are. But that's okay, not everyone can be perfect at everything like me.

[chemwhiz]

Dude, whatever. You are so not perfect at everything.

[hackintheaster]

You're just jealous.