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Well, now that all the technomancy's up and running again, I don't suppose anyone ever got that riddle solved, did they? The actual one, mind. Not the one about why we lost lights and things in the first place.

[Rincewind taps a pencil with one hand against the open pages of a book thoughtfully, the other waving his lunch (an egg and cress sandwich) as he intones:]

"We did warn you. All of you have so much power. That comes at a cost. If you can't see in the darkness, then look to the stars.”

...I certainly don't remember any warning, and I've usually a keen memory for those.

Anyway, "power" seems a rather obvious double meaning, but it's the "looking to the stars" bit which has me curious. [a phrase which here means, "debating whether there's still sufficient enough impending threat to flee the country".]

ImPorts could be the stars - we certainly are in their TV and such, that's meaning enough. But if "power" has a double meaning, it stands to reason "stars" would as well. Were we actually supposed to be looking up at the night sky during all of that, do you think?

...I don't suppose anyone did any gazing while they were running about saving people?

[or just running, in Rincewind's case.]

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Well, here's a thought: maybe you wouldn't think that if you stopped saying crazy things all the time? I just call it like I see it, Starboy.

Do you even have a desk?

Rincewind. It's Rincewind. [YA JERK.]

And yes, I've got a desk. A nice one, even. [it's okay. But it's the first professional one he's ever had to call his own, so it might as well be made of gold.] You're certainly welcome to come see it for yourself. Maybe I could get you some sort of medicine for whatever terrible condition you've clearly got.

So your parents were like, hippies or something, huh? I was still pretty close, though.

[ HE CAN'T STOP NOW, IT'S JUST TOO EASY...

Then, after a brief and thoughtful pause: ]

What, like pot?

If you're going to insult me, maybe try it with more multi-versal vocabulary. And I'll warn you now trying the parents route is something of a dud. [after all, it's hard to feel insulted by remarks about parents he never actually knew.

A sigh; speaking of limited vocabulary:]

"Pot"? Is that some - reference to a flower? Like a flower pot? ...Is there some flower insult you're trying for now?

Okay, then I'll dumb it down for you: What kind of a stupid name is that?

[ Another pause. ]

You're kidding, right? Wait, no -- of course you're not. That explains so much.

It's the one I've got, so bugger off.

[he declines to mention the first name Chilton gave him (originally for the purpose of paperwork), lest Reggie find reason to laugh at that too.]

I don't suppose you're going to explain that then?

[ Oh, and he would, too. Reggie can laugh at anything, even if for no other reason than to make someone feel bad. ]

Sure, well... I mean, it's pretty simple. It's just an anti-anxiety medication.

[there's a long, curious pause. Then, cautiously:]

It's not one I've heard of. And medications are under my job description.

Really? Never? So weird... [ A beat. ] Maybe they don't trust you with just any medications yet. Or does your job description cover all of them?

Trust has nothing to do with it. Dr. Chilton trusts me with everything. And I should be in charge of all sorts of medications, which would absolutely include whatever that one is.

First of all, no he doesn't. [ He pauses, then: ] Second of all, then why don't you try ordering some to see? Or whatever it is you do.

Now, what is it the medical name for it again... is it marijuana...? Something like that, anyway.

[he might just do that, Reggie. He might just do that.

But first - ]

Hold on, hit a sore spot, have I? Is this all just some odd jealousy? Does he not trust you with things?

[ Do it, Rincewind. Order drugs for the entire office, please. ]

Hell no, I don't have any sore spots. And he trusts me with plenty -- too much, if anything. What exactly am I supposed to be jealous of?

Well, I assumed something to do with him trusting me, since you were so quick to deny it.

Only cuz it's the dumbest thing I've heard all day. Why would he trust you?

Because I've proven I'm not a terrible git out to betray or otherwise harm him? I've known him for nearly a year now. We're friends.

Define "friends."

[ Chilton has friends? That doesn't sound right, not even Reggie has friends. ]

[it's shameful how long it takes for Rincewind to answer that.]

...People who enjoy being in one another's company and having conversation, don't want to harm one another, and offer to help each other out on occasion?

Yeah, sounds fake. Are you sure you aren't just reading from a boy scout manifesto?

[and rather than admit he doesn't know what that is:]

You're the one who asked in the first place. It sounds more like you're the one with a shaky understanding of basic social concepts.

I just think you overestimate what someone like you would have to offer to someone like Dr. Chilton, that's all. But y'know, you can go ahead and believe whatever you want.

[oh, that cuts surprisingly quick.]

Well - I will. And you can just... just bloody well stuff it in the meantime.

[ Reggie's real special skill. ]

Hey, man, don't go making this into a hostile work environment.

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