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"You've reached Bradbury. I'm out, so leave a message if you need me."

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[ He snorts. ]

I know. Shit, I didn't think you kept me around because I was good-lookin'.

Oh, fuck no!

[ GET OUT. ]

[ He just laughs, because riling Mitch up is always a good time, and not something he's had a chance to do recently. In typical Bradbury fashion, it's quiet rather than full-blown laughter, and when it finally tapers off, the silence is a little thoughtful. ]

So what do you want for Christmas? Aside from world peace, or whatever.

Me? I don't fucking know, invent a way for me to get coffee intravenously.

I'm not enabling you.

[ Or at least not any more than he already had. ]

It's not enabling when it's not an unhealthy addiction!

[ Mitch, honey, no... ]

Don't you have someone else to be your coffee bitch?

I have a lot of coffee bitches, but that doesn't mean cutting out the job entirely wouldn't be a good idea.

Or at least, I could divert interns to something else.

You've got serious problems, you know that?

Hey, hey, fuck you! I don't have that many problems!

Just a few big ones.

Whatever. Anyway, IV. Coffee. That's what I could use for Christmas.

No promises. [ He snorts. ] Though Jeffries could probably come up with something.

I'll test it on one of the interns first. You never know with these super geniuses.

Find one that can take that much caffeine. If it's for you, it might kill ordinary human beings.

Pretty sure that's actually something that could happen. Hell, maybe I could rope James Bond into testing it for me.

Why Bond?

Because that way if it goes south, he'll probably still be alive at the end of it.

What, is that his power or something?

That, or his girlfriend will pick him up.

Did they manage to work things out, then?

Who the fuck knows anymore.

Yeah, I'm not touching that mess with a ten-foot pole.

[ He pauses. ]

Anyway, is that all you needed me for?

Yeah, I think so. Thanks, pal.

All right. See you at the usual, then.

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