video;

[wizzardly]

Right, so it's been brought to my attention that those bloody awful reports have been floating certain rumors around about me, and I'd rather just end those before they even get going all right?

[because even Rincewind's starved sense of self-respect has to draw the line at people thinking he fancies dishware.]

So, to be clear: I'm pansexual.

[which is an admittedly backwards linguistic for declaring one's lack of attraction to tea cups and related sundry, but there's just no accounting for etymological taste.]

There? [he arches a pointed brow.] Shall I assume that just about does it? All questions answered? Jolly good.

[honestly, the people in this place really will believe anything, won't they? Lucky that Snart fellow pointed this out when he did - things really could have gotten out of hand.]

Comments

[wizzardly]

...

...Do you?

1/2

[viced]

-- The fuck!?

2/2

[viced]

Of course I don't!

[wizzardly]

I was only checking, it's a bit of an odd rumor to follow someone around.

[viced]

I... talk to machines. It's... I guess there's a logical reason why.

[wizzardly]

Oh? [as politely as possible while privately deciding he's started a conversation with a crazy person and he'll need to find a way out.] Do they have much to say, in general?

[viced]

Shit, I thought everyone knew by now.

It's... mostly diagnostics? How many RPMs the wheel spins, how much power is going to this, or that. [ Or singing to him about the end of the world. You know. ]

[wizzardly]

[okay, he understands the bit about the power.

That's as far as it goes.]

Gosh, all that? Must leave your ears tired, all that, er, chatter.

[viced]

Er -- something like that, yeah.

It's like being in Grand Central Station all day, every day. You kind of get used to it, after a while.

[ Or you start smoking a shitload of weed. You know. ]