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 Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:08 pm
I should tag her with a tracking device next time I see her.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:09 pm
I'm sure her husband would appreciate that.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:11 pm
It is not like I do not have them on other people.
::points at Powell's Legion ring::
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:12 pm
*Arches a brow at Querl* Anything I should know about then?
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:14 pm
*Looks at Powell's ring then his own*
Does mine have that little feature?
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:17 pm
Right.
*Glances at Cho's ring.* Probably.
I have appointments to keep. *Heads for the door.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:19 pm
They all do. You could track me with yours.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:22 pm
*shifts in and grabs a drink*
How's it going?
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:25 pm
No different than usual.
::yawns again::
Superboy, I appreciate the gesture, but I have to retest one of my reality fluctuation experiments, recalibrate the scanners, overlade the dimensional circuitry in my inner lab and begin installation in the Cyberdome of the parabolic energy shifters. Perhaps we can postpone to another night.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:25 pm
Neat. That might come in handy
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:30 pm
What's going on? Anything I can help with?
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:39 pm
Nothing much got some new info on the notes.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:40 pm
Right on. Wanna call an Outsiders meeting or not enough info?
*Shifts to the bar and stretches a bit*
What was it, Brainy?
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:41 pm
*walks in, a cigar hanging off his frowning lips.*
Evenin'.
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