“Found underneath a crappy bathroom mirror” by jre
I pull on a grin of my own, broad enough to match the one that Fez Guy is wearing. “Damn right I shouldn’t be here. Have you seen the state of the bathrooms in this dive?”
He shakes his head. “No, I haven’t. Tell me about them.”
I blink at him. “What?”
“Tell me about these bathrooms.”
“They’re really crappy,” I manage lamely. He nods, as if I’m sharing the wisdom of ages.
I pull my mind back out of the left field, and am casting around for something snappy to say when he floors me again. “Your presence here is impossible.”
What the hell do you say to that? “If you think I’m impossible, you should meet my cat.”
Fez Guy ponders that for a moment. “Really? It seems reasonably ordinary. ” The conversation is definitely not going well. He ignores my uncomfortable silence. “Forget your cat. You should return.”
“Return where?”
“Yes.” He nods, the sort of reassuring movement that doctors use before giving you their bill.
“What?”
“I agree with you. I cannot be responsible for your safety.”
I can’t decide if that’s supposed to be frighening, patronising or just plain annoying. “Hang on…”
“No. Goodbye.” Fez Guy turns around, and starts off down the hallway, ignoring my protests.
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