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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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Well, strippers but a few were whores, they offered to go home with me for a price. And Rip. But he wasn't all that into the three breasted chicks. Not sure what his actual type was. I dunno, maybe he's only into space dudes. Explains Jonah a little.

[He shrugs his shoulders, not being overly helpful in explaining things here.] We went to space. I went to a strip club then got a rat there.

[ one really has to question the cleanliness and repute of a gentleman's club where rats can also be found. but that's another conversation for another time (or, maybe, for never) because all else is just that much more interesting.

her curiosity might as well be a visible presence on the device's screen. something twitches in her jaw, but she manages to suppress it. the question (questions) go unasked.

instead, she asks what she foolishly thinks will be a safer question: ] You've been to space?

Yeah. A few times. I mean I'm usually in space, I guess. I'm on a ship a lot.

[He smirks a little and has to laugh to himself cause it's all kind of stupid really.]

Technically, I worked for NASA once. Didn't so much but sing and steal but I worked there.

What the devil is NASA?

[ -- and why does working for it involve singing and stealing? ]

Like a science program for space nerds. They put a man on the moon. They're a big deal in America and they do all the astronaut stuff.

-- I'm afraid they must be a touch after my time, Mister Rory.

Have you seen a man land on the moon yet? [There's a frown.] When are you from, anyway?

1947.

[ so, about a decade shy of that development. ]

It sounds fascinating, however. [ and exactly the sort of thing that would interest howard a bit more than it interests her. the paces of the space race, however... ]

I'm afraid we're all a bit busy cleaning up. [ after the war. ] Not much time to to glance up at the moon.

Ah, you just beat off the Nazi bastards? Now it's Russia next.

[See, he knows his history. Kind of. He's still not sure what the cold war is, he just knows that Leonard informed him already it had nothing to do with how cold Russia is.]

The moon looks boring anyway.

Russia already, I'm afraid.

[ though perhaps she's particularly privileged to that information due to her own tussles with soviet assets. ]

The fight goes on.

[ -- and that fight keeps her in a job. so she's got mixed feelings on it, really. ]

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