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I'm an angel. Fear not. [It's a wry joke, and he punctuates it with a smirk.]

Mind you, I'm not a very good angel. But I'm not interested in harming you.

And what does fat Man know of starving, hmm? Of nasssty whisperings in head? Of all the worstest painsss?

It's... a little complicated. [He gives a nervous little smile and really hopes he isn't going to have to explain to the slightly scary metal man.]

I don't know. I've never- well I can't remem...ber being with a woman but I can't remember very far back. [*fidget*]

[He just looks kind of confused and has to think about it a minute. He should know what an angel is, but he is kind of fuzzy on the details.]

I'm not sure I know enough about an...gels to know what they're supposed to be like.

More than I'd like to know.

How complicated.

[It's hard to pretend he doesn't care when he now might care entirely too much]

Can't remember? Howzat? Anyone would remember bein' with a hot skirt, didya smack yer head there, four eyes? Guess that means we gotta make some new memories with you.

Don't even worry about it, I know a ton about skirts.

Sssix hundred years old, isss it? Ssspent whole life in caveses, did it? No, dumb fat Man has home and clothesss and light and good food, yesss!

[He has to look for a chair and limps over to sit down, and tries to get a deeper breath.]

What I knew has a lot to do with... manipulating memories. Erasing and redis...tributing them. The people that made me do... that for them also made me erase my own.

There's no reason to get angry at me.

... So...

Some pricks picked ya up an' fucked with ya... an' now ya don't remember shit anymore. An' now ya... prolly don't know nuthin' about gettin' 'em back.

... Wow, mac. That's... kinda shitty, ain't gonna lie, whadda buncha bastards.

[He can't help smiling just a little because he would really like to use that much profanity and more to talk about Them but has never had the nerve.]

Yes. They were. But They're gone, now.

[Don't worry, you can vicariously live through Hare]

An' they better stay gone. 'Cause they don't wanna be gone my way, ya get me, four eyes?

We gotta solve yer lady problem, in any case. Ain't no fair ya don't remember 'bout bein' with no ladies.

[Dr. Schreber is used to living vicariously through other people.]

...It's ...Daniel. But thank you. I'm not... sure any lady would want me, but you're very kind.

Oh. [He runs into that occasionally, but usually not from humans. Interesting!]

Well, generally we're considered mythical, theological figures. The servants of God. Often depicted with wings, flaming swords, that sort of thing...

I ain't kind, it's fuckin' pity. I don't know what bein' nice is, awwright?

[DO NOT COMPLIMENT HIM ASSHOLE]

Awwright, Danny, lets get workin' on this. We gotta find a bar somewhere fer starters.

I stand corrected. [He does wince a little but it's mostly for show. What a kind mechanical man, even if he does have a crude mouth on him.]

Do you... ah... drink?

[Dr. Schreber is more interesting than he knows!]

I see. I'm afraid we didn't... have much in the way of religion or mythol...ogy, where I'm from.

That's right. Don't forget it.

[BIG MEAN HORRIBLE PERSON HE IS A BAD BAD MAN]

Nah. But that's where girls are. Lots of 'em. Just buy a few drinks, maybe you'll turn into a ladies man.

Or send me into cardiac arrest. [He smiles anyway and gets up to limp after the metal man. Who does not seem so bad at all. But he's okay pretending, if that makes his new friend happy.]

[If you tell anyone he's nice he will yell at you for an hour straight]

That ain't gonna happen, ya big pussy. Ya prolly don't remember bein' drunk either. So I'm practically doin' ya a favor.

[Schreber would probably cower at first, but after an hour he might get bored of being yelled at...]

I... do, actually. It seemed like a coping mech...anism that was worth a try. I can re...member most of my time working for Them, just nothing... before that. And I have a heart condi...tion. But one drink won't hurt.

Huh. Didn't know alcohol fucked with hearts. That shit really does fuck ya up.

Awwright, just buy the women alcohol.

You may be better off without it.

At any rate, I'm several hundred million years of age, and this isn't actually what I look like. I do have wings, but my true body is a wheel of flame within a wheel of flame. I'm supposed to be obedient to the will of my Creator, but He hasn't been around in a long time, so I gave up.

...I also like long walks on the beach, candlelight dinners, and light jazz. Your turn.

It's a depressant, it slow things down... and sometimes interacts badly with medication.

But I... could try that, yes.

Weird. You humans are all fuckin' sorts 'a messed up. God, how'd any of you make it to make babies?