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That would almost be poetic if it were anyone but you, Harvey.

And what does it become when it is us, then?

Cliche.

I'd say it's closer to angry than anything.

Angry, sure, but cliche none the less.

After all, it's almost a pun, and what's more cliche than a self-reflective pun?

Oh, there are worse cliches.
And there are a lot of ways, you know. Knives and fire and acid and all sorts of delightful kinds of pain.

I never said their weren't, now did I?

[disinterested] Mhm...slow poisons and strangulation too, but those don't tend to break skin.

No, most poisons don't leave scars. And bruses fade, if you survive the strangling.

if being the key word.

Though I do know a slow poison you may be interested in. It kills skin and causes it to rot quickly, leaving disgusting open gashes.

It's disgusting, but right up your alley I think.

Do tell, it sounds fascinating.

Oh, it's a combination of poisons from plants you probably couldn't even pronounce.

I would, though, we willing to sell it to you for a price.

What price?

Keep your hands off of the chemical waste dump and the botanical garden.

Of course. Those aren't really our kind of things anyway.