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expectedthebird replied to your post: Shit. This place is borin’.

Tell us about it!

It's really fuckin' dull? There's nothin' to do other than knock over the Seven Eleven 'round the corner and that's fuckin' kid's stuff.

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Shit. This place is borin'.

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( Max listens, his mouth screwed up in an impatient pout. Yap, yap, yap. Jesus Christ. What the hell is it with the smart guys and talking so fucking much? )

Baggin' and taggin', huh? Alright, I can do that. Shouldn't be too hard. Sounds fuckin' borin', but for Eileen, I can manage.

I'll talk t'her 'bout this. She should get th' final say, since it's her body and all.

It is also precautionary. Say something does go wrong, but there is no stock of her original genetic material present. That would not be sporting or professional of me to undergo such practice. It always me to keep updated on different developments within either tracers.

It is an odd request, and not everyone is okay with the idea of giving blood. Merely a measure of caution I partake.

I would like to say I have complete knowledge of all future events, and that I would not even need your services. However, I cannot give that guarantee. However, my employment is not servitude or slavery, and you are both paid and rewarded for tasks.

However, these tasks might not be favorable, and unlike Doctor Octavius, they generally do come to fruition.

Mostly, it would detail collection. ‘Bagging and tagging’, if you would. There may be occasional removals, but I have enough set aside for that category that such tasks might not be required.

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myparkersenseistingling started following you

You again?

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My mask ain't silly!

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How come you have such a silly mask?

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Finished a job. What's with all th'questions? Missed me?

( He snorts and rolls his eyes. )

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Screw you.

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How’d you like space? Or was it re-volt-ing?  

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Blood samples and I do jobs for you, like we agreed on before. Okay. That...that doesn't sound bad. That's actually pretty good come t'think 'bout it...

You sure that's all, though? You're not tryin' t'bullshit me or anythin'? Right?

The first catch is I be allowed to keep samples of both post and pre operation blood. I like to have examples of my work for future reference on file.

Secondly, nothing more than future employment. I believe that was discussed with our last discussion. However, I do not think I will put on pounds to emulate Doctor Octavius, as you so pointed out before.

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All I need t'do is ask, huh?

What's th'catch?

Seems to be a reoccurring element, hm? Spontaneous reanimation when it is the most beneficial? I am sure he will show up again. Doctor Octavius did seem to like having a back door at all times.

‘He got better‘…

Of course, Mister Mason likely just improved his conditions. That has been known to happen a lot too, actually…

However, there is always a way to remove such a disease from your sister, would you like it done Mister Dillon. You would need only ask, of course.

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Yeah. Great. Just what we need. Another super powered control freak tellin' me and the guys what t'do. I'd rather Ock hurry up and drag his fat ass back outta hell like he did last time.

I thought 'bout tryin' to get the Thinker t'help, like he did with me. But I kinda pissed him off a year back.

And also kinda killed 'im. But I think he got better.

Doctor Octavius is dead? Hm, a shame. I did notice notice his passing, or there was no indication to rely such. Interesting. Shame, a brilliant mind. A little over-zealous, but brilliant.

Someone will replace him eventually though. Matter of time.

No, medication is not cheap. Pharmaceuticals are the leading industry within this nation, after all, and for a good reason. Shame, though, there was no way to just remove the disease straight out, or rewrite it to something healthier, yes?

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Yeah, I haven't forgotten it either.

Crappy. Ock's dead. Not that I gave a damn 'bout him, just sucks when one of us kicks th'bucket. Y'know?

Beck gave me a job, but I've already blown through most of th'dough. Not 'cause I'm bad with money or anythin', but 'cause my sister lost 'er job and she's got diabetes. Insulin ain't cheap.

Some time has passed, relative as it might be. I have not forgot about you, however, or our previous discussion.

Small as it may have been.

Speaking of stature, in discussion terminology, how have you fared, hm?

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Yo. Been a while.

Miss me?

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Welcome back, Mister Dillon.

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...I'm gettin' real tired of your bullshit, Spider-Man.

Aw, man. You know, that really hertz.

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Y'think I care?

You ruin my puns.

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That ain't funny and you know it.

I don’t see what’s gotten you so sparked up.

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Been good. Finished th' Amsterdam job couple a weeks ago and decided t' hang 'round for th' helluva it.

Now I'm back in NYC and got time t' kill.

Sorry 'bout not stoppin' by London and seein' you like I said I would.

Yeah, everything’s going pretty okay. It’s been superfucking quiet lately, you know how it gets.

[Viola. Viola that is a fucking lies.]

How’s it been swinging on your end, babe?

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Shaddup.

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You’re calling me a smartass, yet you’re using sarcasm. ( sighs )