My second story written entirely in conversation format, because I am lazy. If you get confused, I don't blame you.
Disclaimer: Cain, Glitch and DG belong to the SciFi mini-series Tin Man.
"You know, I did have my doubts. Wait, let me rephrase that; I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt."
"What are you talking about, Cain?"
"I'm talking about your reason for existence, which seems to be making my life unreasonably difficult. I used to wonder if you did it on purpose or it just came naturally, but now I know the truth – you strive for it."
"Hey, I resent that accusation! It is unfair and untrue and completely uncalled for!"
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really!"
"Then would you explain to me why DG is tearing up the castle grounds on a mechanical monster . . ."
"It's called a motorbike, Cain."
" . . . Practically begging to be smashed to pieces?"
"It's her 21st birthday present. For her 21st birthday. Did you know it was today?"
"Yeah, I know that, Zipperhead. Why couldn't you have just made her a nice, normal car or something?"
"Oh, well she really missed her bike from the Other Side and I thought it might help her adjust more to being here."
"At the expense of the whole damn O.Z, who now has to adjust to their princess acting like a psychotic Munchkin on vapours?"
"Tch, you're so crude, Cain. Anyway, what's the harm in DG having a little fun for once?"
"What's the harm? Well, for a start the thing's practically a death sentence on wheels. And not to mention she can now take off to wherever she wants, get herself into any sort of danger she barges into, and I won't be able to keep up with her! Is it even supposed to go that fast?"
"She was, uh, a little sketchy on the speed details, so I made a rough estimate."
"And that estimate was 'faster than what Wyatt Cain can manage in order to do his job'. You see? Striving to make my life difficult."
"Oh stop being such a drama queen. If you want me to make you one too, all you have to do is say please."
"Wait, what? That's not what I . . ."
"Don't worry, I'll make sure to paint it a colour that matches your hovering black cloud of bitter cynicism. Or would you prefer blue, to bring out your eyes?"
"I don't have . . . that's not what . . ."
"Hmm, powder blue? Or azure? There are so many different shades of blue, have you ever stopped to think about them? Navy blue and royal blue and sky blue and indigo and . . . AAAHH! What is that thing?"
"It's a motorbike, Glitch, with DG on top. You just made it for her."
"I did? Wow, I'm good! Do you think she'll let me try it out? Hey, Deeg! Over here, I wanna go!"
"Sweet Dorothy, as if babysitting one wasn't bad enough . . . Glitch! Get back here this instant, before you get flattened!"
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