voice: midnight ramble

[rickitikitarr]

[Ricki's insomnia is not getting all that much better. There isn't anything to do around during the day, exactly, either, but it's even worse at this hour in the morning. All he can think of is the library, again, and the network.

Today, it's;]

Who knows what about fruit hybrids? Did you know they've invented something called a pluot that's halfway between an apricot and a plum? I'm not an old fashioned bloke but that strikes me as a little ghastly.

[Flipping the age of his book.]

A plumcot. A pleacotum. This can't be real, it must be nonsense- here. Limequats. That, at least, is properly illustrative.

I'm pleased to see you haven't squandered the future that past generations won for you. Additionally, I think we should request all of these for the kitchen, immediately.

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[formerself]

[No direct response, but a few moments later a Resusci-Ann mannequin will manifest somewhere inobtrusive in Ricki's cabin.

...he can't get rid of his superpowers so he might as well use them for light trolling.]

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[rickitikitarr]

[Thankfully the feed is angled such that Eggsy only gets to see Ricki move- not the point where he puts his elbow into the newly appeared 'person's' throat, before he realizes they are plastic, accidentally decapitating poor Ann in his surprise.]

What the hell?

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[formerself]

Too close?

Sorry, I can't exactly aim this shit.

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[rickitikitarr]

[He arrives back on screen with both pieces of her, trying to figure out how to reattach her head now that he knows what's going on.]

If you can make this then you can definitely make me pleacotums.

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[formerself]

You took her fuckin' head off?

Bit much, Ricki.

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[rickitikitarr]

Well, she leaped out at me.

[He defends, and- snap.]

And it obviously wasn't too dire. Prognosis is a full recovery.

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[formerself]

Great.

Now you've got a girlfriend an' all.

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[rickitikitarr]

Get out.

[God, he's laughing.]