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Ring, ring...ring, ring... beep!
Hello! You've reached Jane Crocker. Sorry I couldn't pick up at the moment, but if you could please leave your name, number, and a brief message, I'll get back to you as soon as possible!
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[Ahem.]
But anyway. You're on a track. Good. It's a track which intersects with at least one of the right ones, maybe more if you steer your metaphorical trolley through the right problems.
Maybe not the 'you' that exists right now, or right here. Maybe not 'you' at all, right now or right here.
Does that help at all?
[My part in this isn't about not being unhelpful so much as it is about being unhelpful in the right ways.]
On a more 'here and now' note, I'm not totally clear on what 'doing right' by this thing would mean in its case. However, I'm pretty sure it can kill me in one shot, just like anything else here. So there's that.
[I just get the feeling that any death inflicted on this abomination would be deemed 'just,' if you catch my drift.]
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[Thirsty and yet absurdly Puritanical, how very early 21st Century America you are, Jane.]
It...helps somewhat, if I consider it in a theoretical light.
[But yeah anyway.]
I mean, take care of it and help meet its needs, the usual thing. Part of me wonders, even if it can fight just fine, how easy it is for that creature to exist and not...I don't know, be in some kind of pain or discomfort? How do you go about life with your head screwed on wrong??
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I stop to pencil a note in that book John had delivered to the fucking police station, then get back to her.]
I'm surprised you even need to ask. It's easy. I can't speak to the painlessness of it, mind you, but Jake never seemed to suffer. Not that he's in the habit of telling the truth, especially when it comes to matters of a personal nature.
Anyway, I'd suggest calling a psychic, or at least a psychic-type. But as I've yet to find one that doesn't completely hate me, you'll have to do it yourself.
[Based on the way they'd crowded around at the ruins, I can only assume the Unown were originally more curious than pissed, but then there was that whole dimensional rift affair... so yeah, I guess you could say the psychic kind know there's something about me and they don't want anything to do with it. Sure it's inconvenient, but I can't say I blame them. It's gotten pretty messy in here.]
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...A little mean, but you're not wrong on that front.
Still, at least be gentle with the poor thing.
If you're looking for a Psychic type that won't hate you, for...I guess whatever reasons you might need one, I can always introduce you to August. He's a Delphox, and a good boy. I don't think you'll be able to put him off so easily.
Dirk 100% expects August to bite the shit out of him
I can't tell if you're leading me into a riff off 'playing with fire' on purpose or not here. But yeah, all right. I'll get me my Poke-rabies shot and we'll see what makes this thing tick.
Assuming it's ticking at all, I'll hope it's not a time bomb.
by "bite" do you mean "hug and slobber all over"
August is a clean and healthy boy, and he's never even nipped at anyone.
Trust me, he's...more of a big doof than anything else.
And for everyone's sakes, I also hope this fish is not the kind that will explode.