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0296 - 2167/07/07/08:54 - Lee Caldavera's apartment, living room
LC: Okay, once more with the roleplay. Doc, can you actually change your face to look like Mezzer Twofeather?
Doc: No, both because I don’t know what Mezzer Twofeather looks like, and also because… no.
LC: Okay, whatever. Amp up the sternness and the anger, though, I want to really feel intimidated. Take it to ten.
LC: ...No, eleven. Take it to an eleven. Really hammer me.
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Zoa: Lee, Mezzer Twofeather isn’t going to be angry with you.
Zoa: ...at least, I don’t think they will be.
LC: Exactly! Train me at an eleven, so I can deal with a five.
Zoa: But I’m still you and you’re still me, right?
LC: Yes. Like… I’m seeing an eleven from the side, kinda thing.
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Zoa: So... you want Doc to yell at me like I’m an idiot.
Doc: I can do that.
LC: Orb makes me feel small. I want that.
Zoa: Orb might possibly be making you feel small because they’re twenty centimeters taller than you. Doc, can you hover higher up than that?
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Doc (near the ceiling): So, as we can see, Socrates was absolutely essential to the foundation of modern thought.
Zoa: Uh, Mezzer Twofeather, I had a ques-
Doc: NO FUCKING TALKING IN MY FUCKING CLASS, CALDAVERA! YOU’RE EXPELLED! ALL OF YOU INSIGNIFICANT IDIOTS ARE EXPELLED FOREVER! NO KNOWLEDGE FOR YOU!
LC: Okay, we may need to recalibrate what a “ten” is...
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