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[otis-pdriftwood.livejournal.com]

Whatever it is? I'm against it.

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[timerecorder.livejournal.com]

It's music, and I happen to like it.

[otis-pdriftwood.livejournal.com]

You call it music. I call it an assault against my ear drums.

[timerecorder.livejournal.com]

Your ear drums could use a little re-tuning, I think. I have perfect pitch, and I'll play whatever pleases me.

[otis-pdriftwood.livejournal.com]

It's a pitch all right. A spitball right into the dirt. And glad one of us is pleased.

[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

[giggling] Sahib, you have something painted to your lip. [pointing, in case he doesn't know exactly where she means]

[otis-pdriftwood.livejournal.com]

[He leans over for a moment, speaking in an obvious aside]

It's called my suspension of disbelief. Speaking of disbelief, that costume would alarm the censorship board.

[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

[frowns, looking down at her clothes] This is my favorite outfit, what's wrong with it?

[otis-pdriftwood.livejournal.com]

[The eyebrows waggle]

Not a thing, for a forward-thinking gentleman. Speaking of forward thinking, are you free saturday night?

[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

[the eyebrows make her smile] I am not, I have a master so I am not free any night.

[otis-pdriftwood.livejournal.com]

[He sits down, leaning his head in his hand]

Well isn't this a fine how-do-you-do. I'll need a minute to get to grips with this, I really will. Since I can't get to grips with you.

[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

[She pats him on the back sympathetically] Do not fret, sahib. There is a woman out there for you, you must simply find her.

[otis-pdriftwood.livejournal.com]

[He looks up]

Only one? This is a pretty barren future you're talking about.

And haven't you heard of emancipation? Women aren't kept these days, y'know.

[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

[she shrugs] Well, there are those who prefer a harem...but they are harder to maintain. It is better to have one.

[timerecorder.livejournal.com]

It's music, and I happen to like it.

[otis-pdriftwood.livejournal.com]

You call it music. I call it an assault against my ear drums.

[timerecorder.livejournal.com]

Your ear drums could use a little re-tuning, I think. I have perfect pitch, and I'll play whatever pleases me.

[otis-pdriftwood.livejournal.com]

It's a pitch all right. A spitball right into the dirt. And glad one of us is pleased.

[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

[giggling] Sahib, you have something painted to your lip. [pointing, in case he doesn't know exactly where she means]

[otis-pdriftwood.livejournal.com]

[He leans over for a moment, speaking in an obvious aside]

It's called my suspension of disbelief. Speaking of disbelief, that costume would alarm the censorship board.

[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

[frowns, looking down at her clothes] This is my favorite outfit, what's wrong with it?

[otis-pdriftwood.livejournal.com]

[The eyebrows waggle]

Not a thing, for a forward-thinking gentleman. Speaking of forward thinking, are you free saturday night?

[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

[the eyebrows make her smile] I am not, I have a master so I am not free any night.

[otis-pdriftwood.livejournal.com]

[He sits down, leaning his head in his hand]

Well isn't this a fine how-do-you-do. I'll need a minute to get to grips with this, I really will. Since I can't get to grips with you.

[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

[She pats him on the back sympathetically] Do not fret, sahib. There is a woman out there for you, you must simply find her.

[otis-pdriftwood.livejournal.com]

[He looks up]

Only one? This is a pretty barren future you're talking about.

And haven't you heard of emancipation? Women aren't kept these days, y'know.