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Dave: You’re dead.
Dirk: So are you. Sort of.
*Dave reaches out toward Dirk’s neck without thinking, but quickly retracts*
Dirk: Yeah, still attached.
Dirk: I’m
Dirk: Sorry you had to see
Dirk: That.
*Dave snorts*
Dirk: I’m serious. I’ve had a long time to think and that wasn’t the way to go about things.
Dave: So what happened? Why are you here? How are you here?
