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Well we could always talk about politics and social issues.

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You're doing this on purpose. You delight in my suffering.

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Me? Never.

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You always. Listen. I'm alone submerged in a ball pit. What are you doing?

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Well I was working on something before you interrupted me.

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Can I come over and interrupt you in person?

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I should say "no," but I guess you can.

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Oh, good! Because I was gonna do it anyway.

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Of course you were.

[This is why you have no other friends, James.]

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[ ANY PORT IN A STORM, LOSER ]

I just didn't know if you'd set up weird boobytraps or something.

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Well, now I might. Just for you.

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Flatterer.

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Shut up and get your ass over here.

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See ya soon.

[ And about ten minutes later, James comes strolling in like he owns the place. Doesn't even bother to knock. What a jackass. ]

Luuuucy, I'm hoooome!

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[Well, unfortunately for him...when he barges in, there's no sign of Piper, at first.

There is, however, a swarm of rats appearing to greet him.]

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[ And James lets out a very girlish yelp and backs up against the door. This is the worst welcoming committee! ]

Uh, Piper? Pipes? Pipey? Oh crap. Nice rats, please don't eat my toes, I need those...

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[Alright, he's coming out of his hiding place. Not doing anything about the rats just yet, though. THEY'RE GIVING HIM A FRIENDLY GREETING ANYWAY, IT'S FINE.]

Do you have a problem with the welcoming committee?

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I might have a small issue with herds of rats, yeah. Just a teeny one. Just, like, residual from that time about twenty thousand of them jumped me in my office, maybe?

[ It's like he's trying to become one with the door here. ]

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Fine, fine. Alright, guys, leave him alone.

[And just like that they all start retreating.]

You're the one that brought up boobytraps.

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I said boobytraps, not rat traps.

[ He steps forward. Well... tiptoes forward. Very gingerly. Like a big wuss. ]

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Best I could do on short notice.

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I suppose I should thank you for putting out the effort for little old me.

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What are friends for?

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I'm sure I have no idea.

[ But whatever, his obnoxious grin is back. ]

So whatcha workin' on, anyway? Something cool? A sousaphone that lets you communicate with giraffes? Didgeridoo that makes someone relive their childhood? Setting up the DVR?

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Nothing worth showing off, just tweaking some things.

[And he knows better than to think he's going to get anything done with James here, so that's on hold for now.]