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[inseine]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, PasUnPolicier. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 246.01.094.30 *** PasUnPolicier has joined 246.01.094.30 <PasUnPolicier> This mail centre belongs to Javert. <PasUnPolicier> Be accurate and brief. <PasUnPolicier> I suggest you not test my patience with practical jokes and clowning around. <PasUnPolicier> I will return your notice shortly.

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[godofthemachine]

You enjoy playing obtuse, don't you?

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

Nearly as fond as you are of wasting my time with aimless network messages.

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

I suppose you see nothing wrong with Amanda corrupting your mind then. After all, you would have easily thrown her in jail if you did.

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

It is a far leap from a personal quarrel to an arrestable offense.

Come up with something more provocative to tell me, or I shall delight in increasing your workload, if you've the time to waste here. Good day to you.

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[godofthemachine]

Enough with the idle threats about work: I know you masturbate regularly to the thought of having power over me and constantly need to remind me of it.

Indeed, I knew you had no issues with her corrupting your mind then. A shame you had to contradict yourself then when telling her not to affect your mind, when you gleefully do it to others.

No wonder you don't see it as an arrestable offense.

I'm so glad to know where you stand.

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

Don't underestimate my capacity to encumber you with a veritable mountain of paperwork.

Mind your arm, by the way. Reach any further and you'll suffer a strain.

I shall be down momentarily with your assignments.

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[godofthemachine]

Is that your grand plan? To subdue me with paperwork? Oh dear.

My arm may be strained, but not nearly as much as your genitals.

[Good thing he streamlines the paperwork pretty efficiently with technology and has idle time to send shitposts to Javert.]

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

[Javert is no longer answering. And soon enough his blinding glow hovers just outside AM's office door.

Without warning or fanfare, he barges on in, skewers AM with a withering stare, and drops a stack of paperwork down at least a foot tall. His is the face of a man who has discovered a rather nasty infestation of termites beneath his feet.]

I'll have more at the ready.

[He pivots on his heels like an old solder and marches right back out. Nope, he won't stay and listen. Goodbye.]

[godofthemachine]

[AM notices the glow and is not even slightly surprised. In fact, Javert's expression is more of a reward for him. Fine, give him paperwork. He always gets it done in very quick time.]

Of course. I'm sure you'll be very content tonight.

[And he's not referring to the paperwork. If he could smirk in this lich body, he would - but surely it's evident in his tone of voice.]

[inseine]

You really must work on your creativity. A man has more pleasures than his loins.

[He doesn't even bother to look over his shoulder for that one. He simply tosses the door shut at his back, and AM can watch the flickering, colorful glow of his aura recede with his brisk footsteps down the hall.]

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[godofthemachine]

[When Javert gets back to his office, he'll find another message from AM.]

I know humans. All they think of is sex and war. You're hardly different.

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

[Javert has turned off his laptop and won't dignify this with a reply.]