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[foreshadower]

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[ Shade prefers letters or other sorts of mail, but he can also be contacted through text or voice. ]

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[foreshadower]

And this is why Americans have to steal from every other cuisine.

And deep fry it.

Ugh.

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[brushoff]

There, there, I'm sure your tainted palette will recover eventually.

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[foreshadower]

It's a lot of work to cleanse one's palate, you know. Especially when the meal is so foul.

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[brushoff]

You know, one might call you a drama queen because of this!

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[foreshadower]

They did in prison, because I complained about the food, I suppose they'll do it now too.

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[brushoff]

Well really, I don't blame you for complaining.

Speaking though of prison...your thoughts on this probation attempt? Nothing specific, just how you think it would compare.

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[foreshadower]

After what I went through?

It's a far cry better, honestly. I could eat what I want, outside of prison. And there's no...talk sessions.

[ Brainwashing sessions. ]

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[brushoff]

It really is a better deal, isn't it? Which, of course, makes me wonder how long it's going to last.

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[foreshadower]

Hopefully long enough! Say I DO act out again, I'd hate to get the raw end of the deal.

Again.

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[brushoff]

I fully admit that you did get stuck with the raw end of the deal with regards to Bonnie and Clyde. Still, I think charbroiled Dorian and later having to deal with my god-awful probation officer evens out the karmic scales a little bit.

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[foreshadower]

[ RUDE DORIAN ]

Well, burning is unpleasant. Did I ever tell you about the time I had a bomb fall on me? I can't imagine charbroiling is much better.

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[brushoff]

Oh, you too?

Mine was during the Blitz, when was yours?

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[foreshadower]

Really?

Around the same time, actually. I was fighting Germans for my homeland. I think I went mad, honestly, signing up to fight like that.

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[brushoff]

See, I enlisted in World War I, so I'd already had enough of fighting when the Nazis rolled around.

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[foreshadower]

My, the early days? I was feeling a bit too...lazy then, I'll admit.

I perked up around the 30s, however. A bomb dropped on me, and then I decided to be a supervillain!

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[brushoff]

Really, I don't blame you for that. If my world was more like yours, I'd have been a supervillain ages ago.

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[foreshadower]

Imagine if you WERE in my world...

We'd have likely teamed up ages ago!

A real dynamic duo of criminals.

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[brushoff]

Bonnie and Clyde, reunited again.

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[foreshadower]

Or perhaps for the first time?

It WAS fun, though.

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[brushoff]

We should do something like that again. Just, you know, without getting caught.

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[foreshadower]

Quite so! Nothing like a little larceny to get the blood boiling.

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[brushoff]

You'll appreciate this, though. I had a brief stint as a costumed supervillain over the summer! A codename and everything!

I really don't know how you do it, I have so much more respect for you now.

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[foreshadower]

You didn't like it? It's fun!

It just takes a lot of work, and a lot of drama. What was your codename? How did it go?

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[brushoff]

Faust and it went terribly. I got beat up by three different people.

[ the problem when you have no offensive superpowers..... ]

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[foreshadower]

You should have told me! Perhaps I could have lent a touch of...assistance.

Although I like Faust. A touch of the dramatic, yes?