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[thedreamisdead]

[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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[iamresponding]

I go by Rich.

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[walkingballpit]

Does that ever work? Like if I stood up and said, I go by Rob, nobody'd listen.

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[iamresponding]

I'm so going to get you back for this. Somehow. I was hoping I could stay under Tucker's radar with the name thing until all this was over but noooo. Now I'm never going to hear the end of it.

[Goddamit, he hasn't talked to Tucker much but he's heard enough about him and seen enough of his dumb conversations to know he's never going to let this go.]

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[walkingballpit]

[ Robbie doesn’t really know the extent to which Tucker is Tucker, so this is an unintended consequence, but it’s such a normal reaction that it makes him feel guilty about how he and Grif are thinking he’s acting weird. Maybe they’re the ones bring weird. ]

I’m sorry, Rich. I didn’t mean for it to be a permanent thing. This Tucker guy… I mean, I could do a full five minutes on his name. It might shut him up?

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[lovernotafighter]

Yeeeah, pretty sure your name is Dick Rider though and I'd be a shitty person if I let that slip by.

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[iamresponding]

[Oh God. He doesn't really know Tucker but he's hard to miss on the comms and Grif has told him a bit about him. This is the last person he wanted to figure out the stupid joke with his name.]

Alright, since you're never going to let me hear the end of it, I'm just going to have to accept that.

That's okay. You can make fun of my name all you like. I still got something you apparently don't got.

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[lovernotafighter]

[Sorry; there is no end to this, not now, not ever, not unless Grif kicks him, and even then it might only make it worse.

Egging him on? That wasn't going to help either.]

You better not be talking about what I'm packing, because I can tell you right now, I'm packing.

[iamresponding]

Nope, what I have is enough operational knowledge to know I'm in possession of equipment that's tried, tested, and hot babe approved.

[Despite this conversation being about junk,he keeps things oddly respectful when it comes to the aforementioned hot babes, mainly because he actually does respect the hell out of them. This joke is at Tucker's expense, not theirs.]

That's not me bragging. I'm just a very lucky guy, who has on occasion somehow done things to make some incredibly admirable and gorgeous women grace me with the gift of their very valuable attention.

So it must be hard for you. It's just a lot easier to not worry about that kind of thing when you can do frequent field testing instead of doing it all in tutorial mode.

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif needed this laugh very, very much. ]

hello, 911?

[lovernotafighter]

If you say one word about a burn

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[circusbat]

Which I'm grateful for, otherwise nobody would ever know who was shouting for Dick around here.

[Yes, he knows what that sounds like. No, he doesn't care. Because it's hilarious.]