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[lych_o_learning]

[Lichtenstein sits, ankles crossed, finger on his lips for... about an hour. Not long to him, but the fact that he doesn't move, not even to blink or breathe, gives him a mannequin-like quality until that hour is up.]

Are you ever bothered by the stories strangers tell about you?

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[meanwhileback]

I fucking knew it! I am getting so good at this. FYI, if you try to eat me, I will blow you up, so. For edification.

[Is that true? Who knows! It's probably in everybody's best interest if that didn't happen, though. Our creepy masked friends wouldn't take kindly to explosions, probably. They creep Penelope the hell out! Almost as much as undead people!]

People in general bother me, though, so it's not like what they say is any worse than what they do. Or the fact that they exist, at all.

[lych_o_learning]

I don't eat people. Or anything. I'm not a mindless beast, I am a doctor and a professor.

[Annoyed by the comparison to the mindless undead? Just a bit.]

It must cause you particular difficulties at times, though.