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[blackhat]

[ William doesn’t have a quick answer for that.

Best he can do is smooth over it with a late: ]

Pull.

[slightlyoffchilt]

God -- [Chilton, at least, knew to pull away the phone from his ear this time around. The ringing from the first time round had only just died down.]

Stare into the abyss, William, and it is going to stare back. That is what I do.

[blackhat]

All my soul within me burning, [ William mutters.

The shotgun reports as anticipated -- once, and then twice. ]

You sure you’re the abyss?

[slightlyoffchilt]

You have a better description?

[Ruffled feathers, acidic tone.]

[blackhat]

[ He has to think about it, gun broken open with a well-oiled clack. ]

You ever heard of a 'candiru'?

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Snippy, his vowels sharp:] No, I have not. I don't even know what that is and I'm already offended.

[blackhat]

It’s a type of fish. [ Spent shells out, fresh cartridges in. ]

Listen, Frederick, I gotta get off the phone with you. You’re throwin' off my aim.

[slightlyoffchilt]

What the --

[Guess who HAS a GOOGLE.]

What!

That is the dick fish! How dare you call me a dick fish! Don't you hang up on me, William, do not hang up! On Me!

[blackhat]

I’ll talk at you later, [ says William, smooth as dust through the indignation.

He hangs up. ]