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Well, you could have neurological damage to the part of your brain involving humour. It's a fascinating study, in fact, and something I keep meaning to do some real research into, but I've been accused of having no sense of humour, and so my results may be biased...and nothing makes me sick like biased results do.

Hold on, I feel I've missed the point somewhere. Were you laughing at me?

((All the Good Omens muses (or is it Bible muses? Who knows?) coming out of the woodwork is making me crazy happy.))

[He just stares at her, because, while he understands what she's saying, he certainly has no interest in it. Unless the problems come from some sort of severely toxic by product, but that's for another discussion.[]

I wasn't aware that amusement meant I was laughing.

(Hee, definitely Good Omens. PS - LOVE the PB!)

Generally it does. You seem even less inclined to humour than me, though. What I meant was; did you find me amusing?

[She straightens her jacket and in doing so, knocks a small tub out of her pocket. It falls to the floor and breaks; a pinkish-grey powder pours out.]

Oh dear. [She closes her eyes tightly until she can find some protection for them, fishing out a pair of goggles from her top pocket.] I'd cover yours, too. It's a an extremely strong irritant, as I learnt the last time that happened.

I find the situation amusing.

[He watches the vial fall and break, immediately interested. Contrary to her warning, he bends over and smudges some of it on his fingers.]

Never was a fan of pink.

The situation? Which is what, exactly?

I like it, personally- pink, that is. Don't say I didn't warn you. [She doesn't sound too bothered; she's not overly worried about him. It's not like she can be held responsible, and it's not like she'd care too much if she could be.]

I like watching people get Red worked up.

[Really, he's barely paying attention to her. The dangerous chemical is far more interesting, he decides, as he takes a quick taste of it.]

What's it for?

She is rather funny.

I wouldn't taste it, dear. It's to be thrown in the face of an enemy, causing irritation of the eyes and to a lesser extent, the skin. Alternatively, it can be heated. The fumes will have a similar effect, but obviously, inhaling them will cause a burning sensation within the windpipe and lungs. Are you interested in chemistry?

[While he does make a face like he's just eaten something bitter or sour, he seems hardly phased.]

I'm interested in the effects it has on the environment.

Oh God, you aren't an environmentalist, are you? [She says it as if she were inquiring as to whether he were a member of the Nazi party. In fact, that might have bothered her less.]

[Hah! He actually snorts.]

Quite the opposite.

So you actively try to destroy the environment?

[She tilts her head, thoughtful, and smiles.]

Interesting project. Very interesting indeed.

Oh, it's not a project. It's my purpose. My reason for being.

I think I know what you mean.

So. Why do you want to destroy it? Because you can? Because you hate it? Because... [She tries to think on why she's a scientist] Because there's a satisfaction in it that doesn't exist elsewhere?

[He frowns at her questions, because he's never put much thought behind it. Not that he needs to.]

I have nothing against anything. [Appart from recycling and efforts to conserve the environment.]

It's simply that I was put here for this reason. I'm not capable of being anything else.

[He glances around at the litter that's slowly beginning to collect around them and kicks away a soda can with a shrug.]

You lot have a twisted sense of humour.

You know you cracked a smile.

Same way I do every time I see a drama queen in action.

I think that's a fitting sentiment.