Joan: Is that meant to be an insult?
Never!
Joan: Well, maybe sometimes despite my best intentions.
user: Now?
Joan: Calm and a little weary.
user: *comforts you*.
Joan: I don't need your comfort; I just want you to leave me alone.
user: *leaves*.
Joan: Now, steady on please...
user: *begs*.
Joan: Granted with pleasure.
user: *turns to leave*.
Joan: So that is your true form!
user: *opens door*.
Joan: It's not.
user: OK, that's it.
Joan: Are you trying to make me into your puppet?
user: *pulls strings*.
Joan: Stop that!
user: *falls down*.
Joan: Ooops! You nearly knocked me over!
user: You crossed the line.
Joan: Then give me a clue!
user: *dead*.
Joan: *finds donor card and is relieved to note corneas look OK*.
user: *still dead*.
Joan: I'm sorry, I don't do that.
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