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[There's no getting around it. It's an essay. About the dangers of sugar abuse on your health, linked to several medical articles. In it, she links the abuse of sugar to depression, diabetes, dopamine imbalances, fueling cancer cells and making tumors more aggressive, impotence, increased risk of heart attacks and heart disease, increased inflammation leading to joint pain and arthritis, increased risk of strokes, kidney failure, and rotting teeth.

Included in her essay is a list of signs of sugar abuse, including false teeth, rotten teeth, pupil dilation, jitteriness, mid-afternoon 'crashes', and other symptoms.

She wraps up with a plea for people to seek help and rehabilitation for their addictions and avoid anyone who might try to push such addictive substances on them.]

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Okay, one, if you're really that worried about it, either do your own research or talk to one of the doctors in medbay. That's kind of what they're there for.

Two, yes, I do want you to have a healthier diet, but I also learned a long time ago that scaring you into doing things doesn't work in the long run! Eating nothing but cookies all the time will fuck you up; having a cookie every once in a while will not.

Yeaaaah, I can't lie about that; I pretty much half-assed most of the drills you gave me and I still turned out okay.

[Barring one scar...]

Fuck, man, did you see all that paperwork, though? And are you suuuuuure you're not just saying that for other reasons?

I know. I was there.

[Dry as the fucking desert. But half-assed better was better than nothing, and Wash knows how to pick his battles.]

I did. I actually read the whole damn thing. A tree's worth of paperwork means nothing if the information is bullshit.

And what other reasons would I have, exactly?

[GOD DAMMIT NORTH]

[Sorry, Wash. He was way better than he was - and yes, he could admit that most of that was owed to you - but he was still a Sim Trooper at heart.]

Okay, poooint, but are you a health science person? Because it sounded pretty damn official to me.

[Shit, you're going to make him say it...]

Are you trying to sabotage my dick? [North...] I mean, I couldn't blame you if you were; everyone should be intimidated by all this greatness and you have been yelling at me to stop sleeping naked for pretty much ever now.

Did you read it, or did you just skim until you found something that might apply to you?

[He knows you, Tucker. There is no goddamn way you read the whole thing.]

[...he may have had the conversation with North, but the damage is still done.]

Contrary to what you think, nobody cares about your dick nearly as much as you do. That includes me.

And I told you to stop sleeping naked because I'm the one who had to wake you up for training and I got tired of seeing it!

I mean, I read the parts that applied to me?

[That counts, right? Totally.]

I don't know, Wash; I think there are some lonely ladies out there that would disagree. [He rolled his eyes at the waking up part; sure, that was as much of a problem as the nightly bathroom trips that sometimes had him run into people, but he didn't say that. Not his fault that he had to live free.]

You sure that you don't think that having all this attention isn't a distraction to all my training? Because I can see how it is when the girls get all flustered and throw their underwear at me.

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