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But isn't that unhealthy? I mean... shit gets in your lungs and then you have chronic respiratory
issues?

Eh. What're the odds of making it to middle age anyway?

Well if you allow for joint pain and midlife crisis, still better than being in the vents.

Anna. Anna look at my life. I'm gonna get stabbed in my twennies or shot in my thirties or taken apart like a frog before either'a those things. Joint pain's not gonna have time to be a problem, Anna!

...which is good 'cuz hahah I have broken so many bones. So many.

You make a fair point.

But you might avoid some of those hideous demises by staying out of the vents, Neph.

I'm safe from knives and bullets in the vents! Nobody knows I'm here! You don't count, you're four dif'rent flavors of supernatural.

You aren't safe from knives! Have you never seen... every movie in the 80s?

Okay, first of all, no, how old d'you think I am??? Second of all, actual vents aren't made outta tinfoil like movie props!

...they also can't take the weight of a grownass man, but that's why they're my natural habitat, not Daniel Craig's.

The 60s are Daniel Craig's natural habitat. You're not that old.

Please don't make me come in there.

You can't! Nobody over twenty five allowed! [says a tinny voice from the grating]

Alright, this is happening. [Remove the panel. Check for any loose nails or screws just hanging out. Squeeeeeeeeeze the hips through-- And after much grunting and swearing, the she-wolf is in.] This cannot be comfortable. Why do you do these things you do?

[Way, way back, like teen feet into the ceiling, Neph is flat on her belly, shoulders raised up so she can set her chin in her hands, watching the wiggling and grunting with wide and shining eyes. They are barely visible, however, because, as she points out in a choked whisper:] Your butt blocks out all the light holy shit.

He's James Bond like right now! I've seen right now movies!

You know who should be James Bond? Angelina Jolie. She'd be a much better James Bond.

Or Lucy Liu. Also a better James Bond.

Lucy Liu could kill a man with her ponytail, no gadgets required. I believe that. Lucy Liu could totally fit in a vent without falling through the ceiling!

You so don't want to crawl through my vents.

The lasers in there will totally disintegrate you.

They have no food source.

Does not! [But holy hell, it's dark in there. What little light there is gets reflected off the back of Oni's eyes. Claws help with the ascent, until--] Yep... I'm stuck.

Your hips lied to you. I just wanna point that out. You could prob'ly sue Shakira. [Neph wriggles forward easily, not so much army-crawling as shimmying. In reality, she's Pushing and Pulling herself along with her metals, which also helps distribute her weight.] I could, uh, nudge you backwards?

I see your point and counter: they're usually found in buildings with vending machines. Where there's a vent, there're doritos.

This is why I network with guys who can disable lasers. I'm not the laser-disarming guy, I'm the squeeze-through-eight-square-inches guy!

You have to live off more than that.

Twentyish years of terrible dietary choices says otherwise, Ja'nee!

I can't come through your mirrors you can't use my vents! [He grabs her ankle and tugs.] What are you doing up there anyway!?