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[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]

Easy to say when it wasn't you.

[sleight_of_hand]

Well, it's easy? Besides, the only opinion you should really care about are the ones of the people you actually give a shit about anyway, right?

[wizzardly]

What pearls of wisdom. Anything other entirely saccharine advice you'd like to give? Perhaps something about valuing inner beauty or ceasing to care about material wealth?

[sleight_of_hand]

Hey, you wanna be an eternal pessimist, that's your business.

[ Says the eternal pessimist. ]

Just saying, pretty sure no one actually cares about your business.

[wizzardly]

If only that were actually true. The number of people lining up to ridicule me seems to suggest otherwise.

[sleight_of_hand]

Well, okay... how about this: do you actually give a shit about the people that are ridiculing you?