video;

[show_my_cannons]

[There's a brief shot of Harding's face as the thing turns on. He was probably about to send a message to a select few people, but, from the brief look on his face, the one of sudden surprise, he's been diverted from it.]

[He swears, and the phone actually falls out of his hand, landing heavily on the floor, on its side.]

[It's enough for the video feed to capture a tiny toothpick monster, brandishing a slightly bloodied toothpick sword. It's only about ankle-high, but it looks angry. There's a snarl from off-screen.]

[And... the sound of shifting metal.]

[Out of nowhere, a foot stamps down on top of it. A very metal, very nonhuman foot. The toothpick monster doesn't have a chance. The foot withdraws.]

[Silence.]

[After a moment, the man picks his phone back up.]

I was going to say. [He frowns, scowling down at his feet.] Something... I cannot remember, now.

Damn it.

[CLICK goes the feed.]

Comments

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[show_my_cannons]

... a mallet.

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[vetala]

May I see it in full?

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[show_my_cannons]

Why?

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[vetala]

It looks useful and I'd like to see it is all. Just curiosity.

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[show_my_cannons]

I'm running out of texts.

For the month.

[Liar.]

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[vetala]

What does that have to do with anything?

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[show_my_cannons]

I can't answer more questions.

[This is the worst attempt to get out of talking about something in the history of mankind.]

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[vetala]

What? The amount of texts a phone plan has doesn't matter on the network.

Are you lying to me?

[HOW DARE YOU ONLY SHE'S ALLOWED TO LIE TO PEOPLE]

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[show_my_cannons]

It could. How do you know?

[NOPE. TOTALLY NOT DODGING A QUESTION HERE.]

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[vetala]

I own a phone.

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[show_my_cannons]

... Of course you do.

[oh good job there big guy.]

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[vetala]

So can I see it?

TEXT;

[show_my_cannons]

Why are you so interested in it?

TEXT;

[vetala]

Why are you so reluctant to share?

TEXT;

[show_my_cannons]

Because I don't know you.

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[vetala]

If it really is just a mallet then it wouldn't matter if you knew me or not. It's just a weapon. I have one too.

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[show_my_cannons]

Maybe I'm protective of my weapons.

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[vetala]

Why?

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[show_my_cannons]

Because they're mine.

[Wow yet another terrible excuse.]

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[vetala]

That's a terrible excuse.

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[show_my_cannons]

But it's still an excuse.

[Stop talking, Harding.]

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[vetala]

So you admit you have no real reason then.

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[show_my_cannons]

maybe I have personal reasons.

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[vetala]

Do I at least get to know those?

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[show_my_cannons]

I have privacy concerns.