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You know, it's funny. When I first got here, I figured I'd be long gone by now. Everyone was a lot smaller, too, but you know. Details. I even treated it like a vacation. Of course, back then no one knew what happened to anyone who left, was told they just went back home.

Obviously that's not the case.

[A sort of hiss lingers in her voice just thinking about it.]

...I don't know where I was going with this, I'm just...tired.

Think some holiday is coming up, so...happy whatever that is.

[Wow, one whole year.]

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Yeah, like what?

[And how could it possibly be better than blowing something up? If he was a giant robot, you better believe he'd abuse that fact for as long as he could.]

[And that's why Pokey's not a giant robot.]

Oh no, I have no reason to tell you scrap.

But you at least gave me an idea, probably gonna try it out tonight.

Aw man.

You probably do something lame like write poetry, probably. That's a waste.

[Because seriously. He wouldn't waste the fact he had an arsenal if he possessed one.

Yes. There are probably several reasons why Pokey is not a giant robot, and all of them are good ones.]

That's right, I'm gonna write poetry.

[With her fists.

Kitten fists.]

Do I really sound like the kinda person who'd write poetry?

Really? I'm pretty much ready to believe anyone can and probably does anything you don't expect them to by this point. So sure you write poetry as far as I care. Just because you don't sound like it doesn't mean you don't do it.