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[alformthearm]

"This is Alfor. I'm sorry if I've missed you, but do leave a message and I'll be sure to get right back to you as soon as I can."

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FROM OFF SCREEN

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[Muffled because he's face down in a snow bank with the Princess still throwing a great big sulk on top of him.]

...Are we still talking about the bombs or are we talking about me now.

[patchricide]

... ... ...

[YOU KNOW WHAT, SHE HADN'T MEANT HIM, BUT... yeah, she actually has to think it over.]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[He's gonna keep talking because it's silent and he's incapable of shutting up.]

Does this mean you think I'm cute.

[alformthearm]

....

[Well at least Darin's alive. Alfor coughs politely into a fist.]

...are you truly that enamored with these strange explosives?

[Because he's starting to look a little concerned. Maybe his daughter's been locked up in a space station for too long.]

[patchricide]

Look at them! These aren't just weapons, they're practically works of art!

[alformthearm]

.....

Is Darin still there? Would it be possible for him to replicate the design? Just without the explosive addition? I daresay he can probably even do better.

[Sorry, he's just not seeing the art thing.]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[There's a significant pause. Darin can hear the conversation and even though he's offscreen, he'll go ahead and respond with a heavy sigh.]

Okay, look. If you get off my back, literally and figuratively, I'll see what I can do about disarming them. If I can't disarm them, I'll rebuild them with the motors so you can have your mouse toys...