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[For correspondence, private scenes, and anthrax.]

[uhhhh hadn't figured that part out yet.]

they were poisoned!

[spoken in dramatic hushed tones.]

Oh.

[A long pause.]

I'll... wash them?

I think it might be better if I washed them for you.

No offense, mate, but I'm not convinced you know what washing is.

[A beat of revelation, far too late:]

Who poisoned them?

I know how to wash things! And I don't know who poisoned it! It's not like I have a list of your enemies.

Then how do you know they're poisoned?

...did you poison them? Edgard, [admonishingly,] I thought we were friends.

Edited 2020-11-21 22:14 (UTC)

[Extremely defensively.]

No! I didn't poison them! But, they are poisoned and I need them back, so I can wash them.

Maker's breath, mate, if you want them back you can just say so.

[Extremely long pause in which Edgard considers hanging up.]

I want them back.

Then come get them, you goblin.

Alright, I'm coming to get them. And it is Mr. Goblin.