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>[Yes they are!]

Grif? They're giant lumps of fat and-or go. They're cysts or tumors, take your pick.

...Why did you have to tell me that?

>[Explain that you are mean.]
>[Explain that he is an idiot and needed informed.]
>[Refuse to explain.]
>[Hit on him.]

>[Refuse to explain.]

How could you not know that?

...Maybe I knew it and just liked it better when I didn't have to think about it. THANKS, by the way. ~~Bitch.~~

>[Sarcastic "you're welcome"]
>[What did you just say?]
>[Other topic]
>[Hit on him.]

>[What did you just say?]

What did you just call me?

[gulp] Noooothing!

>[You're a coward.]
>[You're an idiot.]
>[You're an idiot and a coward.]
>[You're an idiot and a coward but I love you for it.]

>[You're a coward.]

Now you're afraid to say anything.

I'm not afraid. And I didn't say anything.

>[Point out both major fallacies in this statement.]
>[Play along to humiliate him further and watch him squirm.]
>[Make a snide remark it'll take him a minute to figure out was an insult.]
>[Be nice.]

>[Point out both major fallacies in this statement.]

Yes you are, and yes you did.

How do you know?

>[I heard you you dumbass!]
>[I used my magical AI powers that I will now make you hilariously paranoid about.]
>[I guessed.]
>[I don't have to tell you.]

>[I heard you you dumbass!]

You were talking out loud, moron.

...[think]

You can't prove that.

>[*prove it*]
>[Continue to argue with Grif, who has apparently decided that he lives in another reality.]
>[Armorhop and punch him]
>[Change the subject in exasperation]

>[Armorhop and punch him]

[WHONK!]

So do I need to go digging through your head while I've over here to prove it?

OW!
Hey! Get out! This is my body and I'm not sharing! Get out of my head!

>[No, I think I'm quite comfy here actually.]
>[Make him do a silly dance.]
>[Do some head digging.]
~~>[Be the other guy]~~

>[Do some head digging.]

Nah. I'm probably gonna be hitching a ride with you a lot, anyway, since you're the only one whose armor I know can support my kind of AI and can shoot.

When you don't freeze up, anyway.

[Dig dig dig, out of curiosity. Is his head as weird as Caboose's?]

[Hello Blood Gulch replicant!]

What are you doing!

>[Fondly regard Grif's panic]
>[Seek out his interpretation of someone specific]
>[Say something to make him freak out more]
>[Note that hey, you can read his vitals! And he's... freaking out, clearly.]

>[Say something to make him freak out more]

Poking around in your head. ...His head.

...It's always a little weird talking to head people, you know that?

Whaaaaat are you doing?

>[Tell him what you're investigating.]
>[Lie about what you're investigating.]
>[Refuse to answer to make him squirm more.]
>[Pester headperson]

>[Tell him what you're investigating.]

Looking around. If I'm gonna be hitching a ride? I'd like to know what to expect.

Just because you're borrowing my armor doesn't mean you're allowed to violate the sanctity of my mind!

>[I'm not violating your mind!]
>[What sanctity?]
>[Well what are you going to do to stop me?]
>[It's not too bad in here.]

>[What sanctity?]

This place has sanctity?

...well, it's not as bad as Caboose's head. I'll give you that.

It does! And-

Caboose's mind.

...Do I want to know?

>[No, you don't.]
>[Yes, you do.]
>[Wouldn't you like to know.]
>[Commence redecorating. Possibly with explosives.]

>[Yes, you do.]

[She shrugs.]

It was a wreck in there. Apparently his subconscious is big on random chunks of metal.

Well what's in my head? [He's curious now.]

>[Tell him.]
>[Make it up.]
>[Change the subject.]
>[Be insulting.]

>[Tell him.]

It looks like Blood Gulch.