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Thinking "Talking" Other
Rogue hit her head and is in the Med. Lab.
"Wee, go blue fish go!"
Remy walks down the hallway and heard Rogue. "What the hell?" Remy then peaks into the room. "Cherie, Remy wants to know, who are you talking to?"
"The fish aren't they pretty." She replies looking like she high as a kite.
"Remy can't see the fish."
"Well duh, They're invisible and they think your funny lookin'."
"Okay Cherie give Remy some time and they won't think he's funny lookin'."
"Ah think they still will think yer funny lookin'. Cause ah think yer funny lookin'."
"Cherie you wound Remy."
"And yer point being?"
"Remy thinks you're a belle femme."
"Well thank yah Remy. I still think yer funny lookin'."
"Come on Remy knows there's a way to change your mind."
"Nope!"
That went well. "Cherie Remy wonders if fish don't talk, how do you understand them?" Good job Remy. What the hell kind of question was that?
"Well that simple silly, the fish talk in bubble code." Meanwhile rogue is humming songs in her head having a good time.
"Oh." Merde that bump on her head is worse than Remy thought.
Rogue gets up and walks toward the door where Remy is standing.
"Cherie, Remy wants to know where your goin'." because Remy wants to come too.
"Ah'm going tah mah room because the bed is too hard and I hate it down here."
"Fine cherie, mind if Remy walks you to your room?"
"Nah. Go ahead. Just no funny stuff Swamp Rat."
"Remy would never do anything to hurt his cherie." Remy thinks don't think this is a really good idea. But Mr. McCoy isn't here and ma cherie seems to be getting worse. Plus, I get to watch her all the way up to her room and she isn't even protestin'.
Thinking "Talking" Other
Rogue hit her head and is in the Med. Lab.
"Wee, go blue fish go!"
Remy walks down the hallway and heard Rogue. "What the hell?" Remy then peaks into the room. "Cherie, Remy wants to know, who are you talking to?"
"The fish aren't they pretty." She replies looking like she high as a kite.
"Remy can't see the fish."
"Well duh, They're invisible and they think your funny lookin'."
"Okay Cherie give Remy some time and they won't think he's funny lookin'."
"Ah think they still will think yer funny lookin'. Cause ah think yer funny lookin'."
"Cherie you wound Remy."
"And yer point being?"
"Remy thinks you're a belle femme."
"Well thank yah Remy. I still think yer funny lookin'."
"Come on Remy knows there's a way to change your mind."
"Nope!"
That went well. "Cherie Remy wonders if fish don't talk, how do you understand them?" Good job Remy. What the hell kind of question was that?
"Well that simple silly, the fish talk in bubble code." Meanwhile rogue is humming songs in her head having a good time.
"Oh." Merde that bump on her head is worse than Remy thought.
Rogue gets up and walks toward the door where Remy is standing.
"Cherie, Remy wants to know where your goin'." because Remy wants to come too.
"Ah'm going tah mah room because the bed is too hard and I hate it down here."
"Fine cherie, mind if Remy walks you to your room?"
"Nah. Go ahead. Just no funny stuff Swamp Rat."
"Remy would never do anything to hurt his cherie." Remy thinks don't think this is a really good idea. But Mr. McCoy isn't here and ma cherie seems to be getting worse. Plus, I get to watch her all the way up to her room and she isn't even protestin'.