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[perdix]

[Not all that long after their first conversation:]

Look, I'm here to do a thing, but it's not like I can do it against your will. I'll check in, but you want me to leave you alone, I leave it alone.

[text] but also lazy

[likeshowbusiness]

As I recall it, you were the one who hung up on me.

[text] meh

[perdix]

You were being an asshole and I'm still working on being nice to assholes.

[text]

[likeshowbusiness]

This is as nice as I get, warder. Being here a fucking year ain't improved my mood.

[text]

[perdix]

Then maybe I'll hang up again the next time you're being an asshole, too, seeing as it's better than the alternative.

[text]

[likeshowbusiness]

Yeah? Good for you. You do that.

[text]

[perdix]

Sounds like a plan.

So what about you?

[text]

[likeshowbusiness]

What about me, warder?

[text]

[perdix]

I mean The Clash, yo. Should I stay or should I go?

[text]

[likeshowbusiness]

What the fuck are you babbling on about now?

[text]

[perdix]

Do you want me to actually be your warden this month?

[text]

[likeshowbusiness]

What would that look like, being as it is that you don't know anything about me?

[text]

[perdix]

So no, then.

[text]

[likeshowbusiness]

Not especially, no. Now what the fuck is the Clash?

[text]

[perdix]

It's a band, how old are you?

[text]

[likeshowbusiness]

Forty. And the last time I checked, it was 1969.

[text]

[perdix]

Too bad, music starts to get awesome in like... 15 years.

[text]

[likeshowbusiness]

Now who's being an asshole?

[text]

[perdix]

Fine.

[Pause.]

The Doors aren't bad.

[text]

[likeshowbusiness]

Floppy haired cunts. Burt Bacharach, now there's an artist.

[text]

[perdix]

Who?

[text]

[likeshowbusiness]

Jesus Christ. Dorothy Squires? Judy Garland?

[text]

[perdix]

The chick from the Wizard of Oz...? Right?

Seriously?

[text]

[likeshowbusiness]

A forty-year career across every possible medium and she's 'the chick from the Wizard of Oz'? Fuck me.

[text]

[perdix]

No thanks.

[He's somehow starting to get a vibe.]