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So.

Night of the Buxom, Highly Attractive Dead, anyone?

~~Yeah. Bad taste.~~

What are you talking about?

Your standing.

What does my standing have to do with the ship?

Who said it did, inherently?

Are you purposely trying to confuse me?!

You give me too much credit, Doctor. I'm almost forced to consider it flattery.

You'd be completely wrong in your assumption.

I said almost.

Regardless, it's still incorrect.

Which is why I didn't.

Are you related to that young lady with glasses?

No I am not. Why do you ask?

You remind me of her.

Why? We don't look anything a like.

Striking, isn't it, how similar you are in text, though.

What is that suppose to mean?

Exactly what it said.

You're not very nice.

With all due respect, Doctore Brennan, you're the one who belittles me.

How? I've done no such thing.

You accused me of needing psychiatric help.

That was in no way belittling, that was advice.

You seemed certain my pie would be worthy of breaking my hands.

I said I would only do that if I got food poisoning from your pie.

Semantics.

I can understand why you might be worried. Hope the pie is really good. Phalanges.

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