[VIDEO TRANSMISSION: ALPHA TRION'S TEMPLE]

[dinnerdate]

I know most of you here already hate me, those of you that know about my diet even more so.

[He pauses, hesitant for a moment before venting out a sigh.]

I eat power cores. Yes, I'm a cannibal, a vampire, a freak, crazy and whatever else the rest of you call me. Hate the word crazy... I get it, if I don't die from starvation I'll be horribly murdered... Or tortured then murdered - probably that one knowing my luck. I accept that. This is just like back home, not that I expected any different.

So go ahead and say whatever the scrap you want about me, just stop doing it to my face. Please... Not that I expect anyone to listen. Just fragging can't take it anymore. Had enough vorns of this...

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[skidaddle]

Alright.

[He doesn't have much of a choice. He can't think of a better solution, and both you and Dead End seem to trust each other.]

I know. I get it. I was trying to be friends with him, too.

Maybe its just that saving you from things that want to eat your innards has become a habit for me.

[He smiles a a bit.]

[rungout]

[Rung can't help but smile softly., despite his initial anger.]

I am grateful for everything you've done for me and keep doing for me, Skids. I mean it.

[skidaddle]

Thanks, Rung.

That.

That does mean a lot.

[It does. He wants to see you all happy in your clinic helping all the people that could have gone crazy but didn't because you helped them.]

I'm going to try.

I mean, I can't promise I won't track him down and use him for target practice if he so much as slips, but I am going to try.

[rungout]

That's all I ask, is that you try, Skids.

[He doesn't want this to end in Skids and Dead End fighting and he's going to do his best to make sure it doesn't.]

[skidaddle]

I can do that much.

[He just hopes that it works out.]

Sorry for worrying you.

[rungout]

You don't have to apologize, Skids. I'm sorry for making things complicated for you.

[skidaddle]

I think 'complicated' is my default state.

But.

He does seem to make you happy.

[Well, happier.]

And he gets you out more. It can't be all bad.

[rungout]

Yes, well, it suits you.

[Theres a playful tone there, Rung's smile growing a bit.]

He definitely helps to keep me from locking myself in my office.

[skidaddle]

It's a win-win situation, then.

He doesn't eat you, I don't kill him, and you get some sunlight on that bright orange frame of yours.

Er. Lamplight, I guess.

[Since the sun was kind of dim.]

You do know if you ever need anything, all you have to do is call right?

[rungout]

I know, Skids..and I appreciate it. I really do.

[He's not use to having real friends but he likes it.]