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That poor, poor country.

You've seen how well behaved I am in your house! Just imagine how I am in my OWN.

No wonder your wife is half insane.

Why would anyone want such a thing?

If you need a bloody giant statue of a wolverine, make it of an actual wolverine. Not a twit in yellow spandex.

Better yet, make a statue of me. I was Prime Minister of Britain, I'm much more interesting.

...You did not wish on fairies for a statue of Wolverine, did you?

Of course he did.

Whatever that link was, corporate's internet snoop just went apeshit. Sending me Canadian porn or something?

Wah wah. [She laughs, teasing him.]

*laughs* Sounds like something I'd do.

But I didn't.

Wouldn't mind it from you, babe, but lumberjacks and moose I can deal without.

What is Canadian Porn anyhow? All I can think of is a hot tub full of maple syrup.

Got me. Don't think I've ever stayed in Canada for more than a few hours. Probably involves more hair than I'm comfortable with.

[sudden image of Kevin, in all his glory, trying to clean off after hanging out in a hot tub full of maple syrup] And the cleanup would take forever. Not that it wouldn't be tasty. Tell me Mr Hawking [laugh] Do you go better on waffles or french toast?

Depends on who's offering to help me clean up the powdered sugar.

I'm not sure. I like my meals with a little meat in them. Are you something more than just syrup and sugar? Something I can sink my teeth into? Oh wait, that's your job!

Deadpool's gonna show up any minute with pictures we'll both regret.

Oh god. He would, too.

Yep. Remember that one Halloween thing?

Now you're just encouraging him.

You mean the green and the gold outfit, don't you? *sigh* Should we start a count-down now?

Gotta do something. Being stuck at work doing paperwork on a Monday night ruins the rest of my entertainment plans.

I'm thinking an hour? Maybe less, maybe more, depending on whether he's asleep? Does he sleep?

Kevin, you sadist you. That outfit... There are so many better things to do with a Monday night!

And you know, I don't think he does sleep.

Tell me about it, I had plans involving a penthouse suite, a minibar, a hot tub, and some gorgeous company.

Last time we spoke, you were the boss. Don't you have a secretary or thrall or whatever you call them to take care of the more mundane paperwork?

Boss has work, too. During crunch time, it's all hands on deck.

True, true. Lucky for me, my boss is more understanding when it comes to hot tubs and gorgeous companions.

But then, I've been known to live on caffeine ~~and other substances~~ on occasion when working on a new program for a client.