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...Yes I do.

>[Oh really?]
>[Explain anyway and preempt him embarrassing himself.]
>[Continue as if this is an acceptable response.]
>[Find his ignorance attractive.]

>[Oh really?]

Okay, smart guy, then tell me what they are.

[Quiet for a minute or two...]

Well, they're vital, obviously.

>[Silence.]
>[See? I knew you didn't.]
>[And anything else...?]
>[You're kind of cute when you're making up bullshit.]

>[And anything else...?]

...And...?

...
...
[he's really scraping the bottom of the barrel here]

And there's... more than one of them?

>[Face. Palm.]
>[Put this argument out of its misery and fill him in.]
>[Ding ding ding, somebody tell the man what he's won.]
>[Laugh.]

>[Put this argument out of its misery and fill him in.]

[sigh]

It's your life signs, Grif. Heart rate, what's hurt, that kind of thing.

Why are you even looking at that?

>[Because it's kind of hard to ignore.]
>[Because I want to creep you out.]
>[I don't have to tell you.]
>[I'm secretly Edward Cullen.]

>[Because it's kind of hard to ignore.]

It's kind of hard to ignore. Vitals are one of those things AIs are supposed to watch.

Okay can you really get out of there now?

>[What's the sudden urgency?]
>[Hey, your heartrate spiked!]
>[Use this new found ability as a lie detector.]
>[No. :)]

>[Hey, your heartrate spiked!]

Woah! Hey, why the heartrate spike?

Why? Because you're in my head! I thought we went over this! [flail]

>[Dude, calm down!]
>[Fine, I don't want to be in your head anyway!]
>[Do you think my answer changed within the last two minutes?]
>[Would this be a bad time to tell you I can kind of feel you too?]

>[Would this be a bad time to tell you I can kind of feel you too?]

Jesus, Grif, calm down. Besides, I can kind of feel you flailing around and it's weird.

...

You what?

>[You heard me.]
>[Oh jeeze how did he misinterpret that?]
>[It's not like I want to!]
>[It's kind of hot.]

>[You heard me.]

You heard me. I can feel a little with the armor, and so I can feel you acting like an idiot.

Wonderful. You're hugging me. Now please get out.

>[I am not hugging you.]
>[You're awfully freaked out by this. O.o]
>[Nice conclusion, why'd you jump to that one?]
>[Take a fourth option.]

>[I am not hugging you.]

It's not hugging. It's just the armor sitting on top on you. Kinda hard to avoid when you're wearing it.

... [A thought! He smirks]

I just had the best idea in the whole world.

>[You what?]
>[I'll believe it when I see it.]
>[I've got a bad feeling about this.]
>[I have a better one.]

>[I've got a bad feeling about this.]

...Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling about this?

Because I don't like you.

[...Yes. He's peeling the armor off. Wearing a podsuit underneath.]

Freedom!

>[Hey!]
>[Abandon ship!]
>[You're an asshole, Grif.]
>[Insult his plan.]

>[Hey!]

Hey, be careful with that armor!

...So now you're in a podsuit. Wow, clever.

[Grif climbs out of his armor and dusts his hands off, scowling down at it]

There. Now what're you gonna do to me, huh? It's genius!

>[Like I care!]
>[You do know you're gonna have to wear it again sometime, right?]
>[I can name something in this room that isn't.]
>[That can't have been comfortable to have on under this.]

>[Like I care!]

Now? I'm gonna go back to the terminal.

[jumps]

Like I care that much, anyway.

Fine! Run away! [Grin! He thinks he's won!]

>[You're an idiot!]
>[This is not worth my time.]
>[Say something ominous and threatening.]
>[Who's running?]

>[Say something ominous and threatening.]

Who said I'm running away? You're putting your armor back on sometime.

...Who says?

>[Samus says. Probably.]
>[Stacy says.]
>[You'll do it by yourself.]
>[I say.]