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>[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.

...No seriously.

>[No seriously, it does.]
>[You're right, it's actually a gay bar.]
>[Ask about what the deal is with him and Blood Gulch.]
>[Reminisce about good things that happened in the canyon. Like him getting hit by the tank.]

>[No seriously, it does.]

That's what it looks like. Red base, Blue base, that empty field area, team-killing fucktard ridge...

No tanks, right?

>[Right.]
>[Wrong.]
>[Why?]
>[Maaaaaybe.]

>[Maaaaaybe.]

Not sure. I have't seen a head-Sheila yet.

[He sighs.] Please get out of my head.

>[No, I'm not done yet.]
>[Why?]
>[Sure.]
>[Take a fourth option.]

>[Why?]

Why? I'm not doing anything.

It's my head! It's private in there!

>[Oh come on, what do you have to hide?]
>[Oh, so there IS something in here I can find.]
>[You're funny when you flail, you know.]
>[Mess around with armor systems.]

>[Oh come on, what do you have to hide?]

C'mon, what's in here what's so important? What're hiding, huh?