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Alrighty, I am in my father's study! I have kindly asked Mr. Sebastian to hand over the reins to this silly computer shaped like a man. What now? Now you have access to a clean computer, for one thing. Soon we can get started going through the steps necessary to launch the session. Oh hell. What? Another interruption. I should step away for a moment to take this message. He's probably right, I'm distracted by too much bullshit at once lately. Who's right? Me. Jane, I'm going to leave you with the responder for a little while. Maybe he can help you get started. Think you can handle that, dude? I'm all about being able to handle that, you don't even know. I will perform an acrobatic pirouette on to the handle, wherein the handle literally represents my ability to handle that thing. Ok, got it. You and the handle are tight. We don't need a whole thing about this. Once I stick the landing on the handle like a champ, I am going to get down on one knee, pull out a ring, and propose to it. The handle I mean. Ok. Implying we will be married. :B Ok, long story short, you and the handle fuck gratuitously. Nuff said. Try not to say I never gave you any responsibilities, or never took you seriously as a viable conscious being with free will. Also, please try not to make me regret this. You have nothing to worry about. Go talk to the alien.
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