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(I don't deal with foolishness.)

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(So naturally, my initial response to this fine display of utter hooliganry should reflect such.)

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(Unfortunately, even the bluntest of chastising can't penetrate that one's thick skull.)

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(Nothing can be done about it.)

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"What made you think it's okay to show up before I even said you could, you-"
 

"Well, y'see, I thought it would be just fine. You never minded before!"
 

"I absolutely did, you're just dense. Regardless, get away from that door. I've told you so many times to keep out of there."
 

"But the rest of your house is so empty and dark! There's gotta be a comfy guest suite in here somewhere, 'cause how big this place is..."
 

"That isn't a 'guest suite', and even if it was, you still wouldn't be allowed! You're not my guest, now go home!"
 

"...No can do. It got, uh..."

 

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(I don't even need to let him finish that thought, do I?)
(It's what he gets for building with goddamn pipes.)
(I shouldn't indulge this idiocy, but at the same time...)
(It'd be dangerous if we had any more portal activity around here for now.)
(Besides, I do have something to keep him busy and out of my way, don't I?)

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"...Alright, Francis. Here's what we'll do."
 

"You're letting me stay?! You're the be-"
 

"Shut up, would you? I'll allow you to stay, and as a bonus, you get to see what's through this door."

"That's unexpectedly generous! What's the catch?"
 

"You don't get to come out until you've finished the laundry."

"...So half of your house is an off limits laundry room? For what, all three of your labcoats? Whatever, easy schmeazy. It's a deal."

 

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(What an imbecile- he'll be begging me to let him go after thirty minutes in there.)

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[The taller figure pushes Francis aside and unlocks the door. Upon opening it, they call out- in an uncharacteristically sweet whistle- someone's name. What is the name?]
 

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