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[boilover]

Right, here's the thing - I need a nerd. A geek. A smart guy. Or girl, whatever. I ain't overly picky.

[He shrugs his shoulders, casual as anything, taking a long sip of his beer. Sara may have told him this was not the best method to catch himself a genius but given the chance of there being some hanging around this joint, he thinks it's the perfect way. When in doubt, post an ad.]

This guy I know got brainwashed into being the king of dicks and I'm getting kind of sick of his shit so I need someone who'd be able to do some sci-fi sciencey stuff on his head. I have a vague idea how to do it but I just can't remember the details. [He's pretty much forgotten how they originally did it back home but he can unhelpfully offer vague information and a beer while you work. A+ service.]

All the 'smart' ones I know are annoyingly the biggest idiots around, I'm looking for someone less inclined to be stupid as hell. Help me out and maybe I'll help you out. Though my skills are limited to burning and breaking stuff.

[At least he knows his strengths? If you want a bonfire, ka-ching.]

I know a good looking chick if that sweetens the deal. Ain't saying she's gonna touch you but you can admire from afar. Really far. I also know some easy dudes if that's your thing. [Hey, whatever fixes this mess.]

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[boilover]

Well, undo it by doing it again, I guess. You gotta undo shit like being brainwashed unless you can fight it and I don't think Rip can.

[Mick shrugs. Personally, he fought off his own brainwashing but no shock here that the wussy brit can't pull it off. Not enough freedom.] We ain't got many other options. Except murder.

[mulletrock]

Uh- Pretty sure mental torture's right up there with murder. Be careful with your hypnotherapy. I don't trust anybody that tampers with unconscious consciousness. I don't know anyone who would.

[boilover]

If it helps you, I won't be the one doing it. I suggested hitting him around the head with a pan instead but it's apparently not the same thing. [He assumes it's like an old TV, you know? Just give it a damn good bang and it'll soon stop fuzzing.] I know a long and unfortunate list of people these days who like to tamper. They're all a bunch of dicks. They murder too so I don't think they really have many ethical issues neither.

[There's a beat.] No one of them are gonna be involved undoing Rip. I think...

[mulletrock]

Here's hoping the poor sap isn't catatonic by the time you're through with him.

[There's way too much that could make it go pear shaped. Dean knows from first-hand experience just how wrong things can go when you bark up that tree. At least on Wonderland's worst days somehow the magic or whatever figures out a way to repair the damages.]

If it works out, you're all gonna need a fifth of some good shit to recover.

[boilover]

Ditto. I think as long as we don't just trample all over his head, he should be okay.

[Which is why Mick would never go into his head, he'd just be stuck on guard duty. Mick shrugs in vague agreement and raises his beer, tipping it in Dean's direction with a nod of his head.]

I was already thinking that. Especially him. Gonna have to invest some time into finding a damn good whiskey for post unbrainwashing.

[mulletrock]

You could try ring around the closet. Or if you're really in the market, I have a few bottles from old friends.

[And also terrorizing his brother. Not that he'll mention that. Sam's easy to pinch off of, mostly because he doesn't drink half as much by comparison.]

Sharing is caring.

[boilover]

See, now you're talking my language.

[He grunts and something close to a smile in Dean's direction. He loves booze, he loves people who share their booze so honestly, there's nothing bad about this situation.]

You share yours, I'll share mine. I got a few decent bottles, a few future brands too that ain't half bad.

[mulletrock]

[There are only a few things Dean could ever really bond over. Fast cars, faster women, and strong liquor. It takes one to know one.]

Hey, this is why I keep my stock full. You got a deal.