This is how bonding works.

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[Once upon a time in the messhall, there was a pirate with a mountain of plates, and a hamburger in each fist, stuffing his face. Deliciously.]

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[redmarksthespot]

If you wanna know something, you're gonna have to ask.

[pussyfortono]

. . . what are your feelings for Joe?

[redmarksthespot]

You're strange, you know that?

He's Joe! What the hell am I supposed to say, huh? Just because he doesn't remember everything doesn't change that.

[pussyfortono]

I never said it changed anything.

[redmarksthespot]

Joe likes you. So you've gotta know by now that I remember more about our time on Earth than he does.

[pussyfortono]

Ah.

[redmarksthespot]

I'm right, right?

[pussyfortono]

Yes.

[redmarksthespot]

That's what I thought.

[pussyfortono]

Go on.

[redmarksthespot]

About what?

[pussyfortono]

[ sighs ] I thought you were going to make a point.

[redmarksthespot]

I answered that question.

[pussyfortono]

. . . I see what Joe means now.

[redmarksthespot]

Now what?

[pussyfortono]

I will not get a straight answer from you.

[redmarksthespot]

Oi! What wasn't clear about that, huh?

[pussyfortono]

Or maybe it is that you do not understand.

[redmarksthespot]

[Explain]

[pussyfortono]

Do you like talking about your feelings?

[redmarksthespot]

Why should I?

[pussyfortono]

Do you understand that sometimes it is necessary to do so?

[redmarksthespot]

[that is so rich coming from you]

[pussyfortono]

[ shut up. i at least try to talk ] It is like talking to a brick wall.

[redmarksthespot]

Just get to what you're trying to say, samurai lord.