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( He probably could. )

Who would want to?

[ maybe he'd cheer the heck up if he did. ]

Me. But fifteen is my limit.

So close and yet so far.

One of life's little cruelties.

I'm sure if you put your mind to it, you will tackle this particular obstacle with your usual fanfare.

I'm not sure what point we've reached where your sarcasm has begun to sound almost nice but it is unnerving.

In that case, feed your tacos to the sarlacc.

Make me.

[ ah there we go, talking in hostile tones she understands. ]

No.

( No satisfaction given here. )

So just more hot air? It is one of your most reliable features.

Believe it or not, I have more to do than entertain you.

Yet you keep talking.

( To be fair, Rey, you keep instigating and you know it. So FINE. Have no response. )

[ EXCUSE HE INSTIGATED, please enjoy some prickly silence. ]

( He'll enjoy it cause he's turned his comm off BYE. )

[ the next time he wakes up, there is a cold taco waiting beside his bed. ]

( And into the bin it goes. )

[ what a wasteful wanker. ]