<<You ought to give that shit up>> Croon said. It was the night of the Catheter visitation, and Croon was looking for any excuse to drop her. <<You know it fucks with your motivation.>>
<<You're one to speak!>>
She sidled on to his lap, wrapped a milky thigh around the back of his chair. <<You'd hook yourself to a ventilator if you thought it would save your lungs some work.>>
Croon took a long draught from her bong.
<<Baby, I'm conserving.>>
<<No baby, you're preserving. Sometimes I'm convinced you're really dead, and all that alcohol you drink is really just formaldehyde.>>
<<Screw you.>> He pushed her from his lap. She landed bum-first on the floor, breaking into stonie giggles.
<<I'll kill you>> Croon said.
Just then there was a knock at the door, and Jasmin ran off to answer it (how very un-Surfer Girl of her!)
<<Dice, Strife>> Croon said, welcoming his old mates. <<Well, it seems our party is complete. Let's cut to the chase, and bottomline it.>>
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