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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?

I don't have to tell you! Which is exactly why you need to get out.

>[Make me.]
>[Press the issue.]
>[Go looking for it yourself.]
>[Get a better idea.]

>[Press the issue.]

Now you're just making me even more curious.

Don't you have private thoughts too? Or do bitchy computer people not get those.

>[Point out the differences between a computer and an AI.]
>[Tell him it's none of his business.]
>[Admit you have secret thoughts too.]
>[Have a heart to heart about it.]

>[Admit you have secret thoughts too.]

I used to. Then I got O'Malley and got used to no privacy pretty quickly.

[thinky think think]

...

Is that why you're such a bitch?

>[*WHAP!*]
>[Yeah, pretty much.]
>[Say something cutting.]
>[*WHAP!* but with more feeling this time.]

>[*WHAP!*]

[See above]

OW!

>[Dammit I felt that too!]
>[What made you think you could get away with that?!]
>[Some combination of A and B]
>[Apologize.]

>[Dammit I felt that too!]

Ow, dammit! Don't make me do that again; I felt that!

Then just don't do it again, period! Is it really that hard?!

>[Don't give me a reason to!]
>[It hurts you more than it hurts me.]
>[Insult him.]
>[Try to get him to stop spazzing out.]