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[wordsmithery]

If you're deciding to actually use that phone in your room, go right ahead; the Wordsmith is a busy man but he's often around, and he has no real reason not to talk to you, assuming that you do it correctly.

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[wordsmithery]

I am not at liberty to share private conversations held with either the living or the dead.

[uncouthhatcher]

[............]

You can talk to the dead.

[Said with all the disbelief one would have when faced with that sentence.]

[wordsmithery]

Do try to use whatever resides in the empty space beneath your hat, please. I was referring to having spoken to Pragmatic early last week.

[uncouthhatcher]

[HE REALLY

REALLY DOES NOT LIKE YOU.]

Anyone would've thought what I did with a sentence like that, asshole! This is why I'm blowin' your ear up!

[wordsmithery]

[The feeling is likely to be mutual.]

That's rather impolite, Mischievous.

[uncouthhatcher]

'Fraid to say that my mom ain't here to make sure I'm sayin' nice things to people who don't deserve it, Professor Dick Manchineel.

[guzma's profile is love and life]

[wordsmithery]

Charming. Did you have anything of note to say, or was that all?

[uncouthhatcher]

[...]

Yeah, uh. Hate to say it, seriously, but... [Gold's pausing again, petting Polibo's head with a disgruntled look to go with his kind of Awkward tones.] Guess I should thank you for Polibo bein' safe. I don't know how that machine of yours works, but I'm glad he's fine. Figure the rest of my partners are gonna be like that too when I get them out too.

[Hopefully. Maybe it won't take too long.]