Year of The Underage Detective Prodigy and Examiner Cooperations
"Hello, I am here"
"Oh! Arriving so soon? Please do follow me."
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"Just sit tight okay?"
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"There you go, perfect, my leetle dolphin."
"Don't call me that."
"Why not? I do have legal rights to remain as your dependant, and I am legally responsible for your actions my pumpkin, to think that you would protest from my favors is almost vile."
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"What?"
"Please, just stop talking."
"Or what? Are you going to call someone? The police? Your roommate? That cute boy that sleeps three doors down from you on the second floor? Or that girl. Oh, that girl. The one that sits behind you during seminar sessions. Oh please, do me a favor and give them a ring."
"Dont shout."
"Or -"
"Please"
"-What."
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"Just get it over with. It hurts enough as it is."
"Okay, okay, if you insist my dumpling."
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"O-Okay, can I leave now, …It hurts..."
"But I am having fun my dear, isn't that the purpose in father-daughter relationships? To have fun? I sure hope you're having a lot of fun my dear, and besides, you just got here"
"N-No, I -
"Pardon?!"
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"Did you just say that? Do you have the fucking audacity to raise such concerns and outface me? Do you for one moment think that a professional piler of the trade of conversation would fail to probe break-deep into your sordid liaison with the North Re-district and Union PAC. Can you even fathom and understand the painstaking work that these aforementioned photos being leaked to Soichi could even put as a burden upon the school system as a whole? That the Angolan paparazzo and a Bavarian international affairs editor, of an alpenstock through the abdomen and an ill-swallowed cocktail onion respectively..."
" - I"
"...That you could dare to imagine we'd fail financially to countenance certain weekly shall we say maternal… assignations with a certain unmanned transexual trumpet expert in the Vigorous Secret Guards tactical-bands sordid liaison with the North Re-district resistances notorious members and their malevolent but allegedly irresistible amanuensis-cum operative..."
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"...That her introduction of esoteric and elusive mnemonic sedatives, chemically not dissimilar to your father's own daily hypodermic "mega vitamin" supplement derived from a certain organic testosterone-regeneration compound distilled by the Epharmacist herself...
"I -I really need to go."
"...That your quote-unquote "complimentary" journals, glassware, and custom-gloves super-secret-formulaic composition materials of high-modulus graphite-reinforced polycarbonate polybutylene resin are organochemically identical I say again, identical, to the gyroscopic balance sensor and appropriate card and priapistic-entertainment and working cartridges implanted in your very own towering fathers anaplastic cerebrum…
"Yes…"
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"I am having fun."
"Good, where did I leave off?"
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"Kyoko?"
"Father?"
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