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[hostage]

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_“ Hey, it's me. Wait for the thing. _”

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[jurisimpudent]

Broken. All right.

So how did they react to "not liking" you being there?

[hostage]

Okay, you know those crazy Minutemen guys that drive by the border with like guns and shit, waiting to chase illegals back into Mexico?

It was like that except they had nowhere to chase us to, so they just messed our shit up all the time. And lots of places wouldn't hire us or like even let us in the store, which was the douchiest thing ever.

[jurisimpudent]

Far from uncommon, though. That's similar to the treatment of a great many immigrant groups throughout history, particularly those who could not be transported back to their home countries...And you were, of course, to blame for any number of social ills?

[hostage]

Oh yeah. Pretty much anything they could blame on us, they did.

[jurisimpudent]

Any illnesses, I suppose. An upswell in crime. Even poor general hygiene.

[hostage]

Yep.

[jurisimpudent]

Hmph. Detestable. How long were you there?

[hostage]

About three months.

[jurisimpudent]

Did you suffer any attacks, et cetera?

[hostage]

Me? Nah, I moved outta the Newcomer ghetto real fast, got myself a couple fake I.D.s and blended in easy. Most people could swear I was a native.

[jurisimpudent]

And I suppose your...unusual ability assisted in that?

[hostage]

Actually, that was the tough part. Everybody had a superpower except real new Newcomers, so locals would start off a conversation like, "So what's your power?" And I didn't wanna go telling 'em what it really was, so I had to bullshit stuff, like, "Oh, yeah, my superpower's getting a girl off in thirty seconds."

[jurisimpudent]

[A slight frown - ]

Off of what?

[hostage]

...Really?

Making a girl orgasm.

Jesus Christ, I have got to do something about you, Edge.

[jurisimpudent]

I - wh...th...Uh -

Let's - let us move...on.

[hostage]

Yeah, we'll take care of that later. Definitely gotta find you some space pussy to take the edge off.

- Aw snap, I didn't even do that on purpose.

[jurisimpudent]

I...appreciate your, er...No, thank you. That's unnecessary, though your good intentions are, erm. Regardless. Moving along.

[hostage]

It's just pussy, yo. Nothing to be afraid of. I'll hook you up.

[jurisimpudent]

I, er...abstain.

[hostage]

What, like a priest?

[jurisimpudent]

Er - yes. Like a priest.

[hostage]

Why?

[jurisimpudent]

Because...that sort of thing is a...distraction that I do not need. It reduces my effectiveness.

[hostage]

Uh, no? Other way around, yo. You don't get your nut off, it'll drive you crazy.

[jurisimpudent]

Hardly. All one needs is self-discipline to ignore such matters. Romancing a potential partner, however, takes time, energy, and material resources.