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Annie’s hunter drone, likely irate at the fact that the Biomatrix was importing excessive flesh near Doctor Gromov’s locale, had slapped the space lawyer with Annie’s littlest-sky-pinkie-finger made of fire.
It was a rather pretty sight, but it had also toasted my minions.
I walked towards the last bit of the lawyer. All of his eggs were scrambled by the skyfire, so he was easy to deal with.
"Charles will be most impressed with this accessory!" I announced merrily, as I wrapped Snippy's future best friend around my neck.
The scarf angrily hissed in lawyer-speak at me, but I was not to be deterred by her judicial insults.
"You are late and uncooperative! If you don't want to make friends properly, then you can sit around my neck until the next wholesome opportunity presents itself!" I chastised the lawyer-scarf.
"How about now?" a ghostly visage flashed behind me into existence.
"No, Eight," I turned.
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"Come on! I gave Snippy a new ticket to life and everything! Let me out of the Damned door!"
"Just because you rewound him right now, doesn't detract from the fact that you murdered him a nearly countless number of times. Doing one nice thing doesn't cancel out all of your crimes."
"Argh! Most of those were unfortunate accidents. I didn’t nuke him from orbit this time! You can't blame me for everything."
"Are you the Dead Zone Pokemon gym trainer now? Did I not just see you release a very illegal time-cat into the wilds?"
"Hrm."
"That's right! Why is it almost always your fault when a terrible time is had by Snippies? I hold you accountable for all of this mess! Start by collecting your toys, cleaning up your room and maybe then I'll consider letting you out of your well justified detention," I waved my hand indignantly.
"Argh. You Wizards are all the same. Unreasonable bastards! The Dead Zone is Infinite. It would literally take me an infinite amount of time to `clean it`, especially if I have to work via all of these uncooperative system errors and junk files. How do you not understand that?"
"I understand plenty!" I walked through the ghost, with a flourish, dispersing the angry cloud of tiny virus motes composing her person. "Come back when the Dead Zone is orderly. I have an important interview to conduct!"