Nobo: Enact righteous vengance upon the wench.
AC: So fucking childish. What's next, you gonna shit on her desk?
FG: Get off my dick. She's making me wait, because she knows I will be fucking livid about it. Therefore I do something she hates, sitting upside down. It's equivalent exchange of assery and dickery and othery. Anyway, fuck you.
AC: It still baffles me that you two can find a way to communicate. If I were her, I'd kick you out. Although that is not an option, if I understand correctly?
FG: Kick me out? Did I hear that fucking correctly? KICK ME OUT?! I am the fucking sole reason this piece of shit is operating! Without me you would not be fucking here! You would cause the fucking anomaly to annihilate the session and poof! You dead fuckface! DEAD!
AC: Shut the fuck up, you didn't do shit.
FG: Are we doing this?
AC: Doing what?
FG: You are making me stand up, so I can whoop yo fucking ass.
AC: Try and its your funeral bitch.
FG: That's Bitch of Rage to you. Don't forget the full title.
AC: Sure Bitch of Rage. Although Bitch of Red would work better.
FG: ... Low blow man. You shouldn't have done that.
AC: Done what?
FG: You cannot change the past. I'm standing up and I will rip you asunder.
AC: We both know that you're not moving. After all, SHE is not here yet, to witness your pose.
FG: Touche.
FG: So yeah, back to your "question". No, there is no option to get rid of me. If I'm not here to analyze the anomalies, no one will. And this whole "thing"? Falls apart. I wasn't kidding when I said it. She would find a way to work around me not being here, but it's clear as day, that I am a part of this.
FG: Not to mention that I'm basically a co-founder.
AC: Yeah yeah. Without any privilage. She didn't even let you pick a color.
FG: JUST BECAUSE SHE'S A TOTAL BITCH, THIS DOESN'T MAKE ME LESSER. AND STOP FUCKING SMIRKING AT ME.
AC: Alright, alright.
AC: But you must have thought about leaving, no?
AC: She really treats you like shit, even if you deserve it some... most of the times.
FG: Tell me more about this, please, I beg of you.
FG: Sigh.
FG: Like I have a choice.
FG: I still have to...
FG: ...
FG: Why are you here?
AC: So quick to deflect an uncomfortable topic, huh? A non-troll after my own bloodpusher.
AC: Honestly? I don't have anything better to do. I've been floating for sweeps in solitude, it drove me fucking crazy.
AC: I started losing hope that I will ever see any lifeform.
AC: Granted... There are trolls I'd never want to see again. EVER.
AC: And most of you are weirdos that seem totally incompatible with each other.
AC: But in a sense, it feels... Nostalgic.
FG: Heh, we are the polar opposites then. Me, the greatest being to ever live. And you, the sad husk of lost youth.
AC: I haven't said anything about losing youth, are you projecting onto me, you lususfucker?
FG: I ain't doing shit and you not gon make me.
AC: You're having a stroke you senile excuse of a navigator.
FG: Whatever. As long as the time flies FUCKING faster, even talking to you is acceptable.
II: Excuse me gentleman for making you wait for such an extended period of time, it was of utmost importa... What are you doing Yellow?
FG: I do what I WANT. Fifty minutes! FIFTY!
II: Yes, it has taken a considerable amount of time to reach my office and I have prioritized some tasks over coming here in timely manner, for which I apologize, but this is just absurd. The couch is perfectly suitable for upright sitting, to maximize efficient placement of rumpus in correlation to...
FG: I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE EXPLANATION AND DON'T GIVE A RUMPUS ABOUT YOUR APOLOGY, YOU ALWAYS DO THIS TO PISS ME THE FUCK OFF!
AC: ...
AC: Just hatefuck already.
FG: WHAT?!
II: What?