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[comebewe]

[After this encounter, Matthew's mental voice sounds annoyed, somewhat disgruntled, and utterly, utterly confused.]

Um.

Gil is unconscious? And we don't know why.

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[failgoyle]

Hey, now, no need to get...murder-y...he's already out cold, right?

[Why, yes, Gil is right; if Jules were human and therefore a target for skimming Glamour, Gil would never want for the stuff again.]

[comebewe]

It's a fucking expression! And I would like you to note that right now I am most definitely not murdering him, despite the fact that we would very much like to kick him in his stupid smug face.

[failgoyle]

Right! Right! Okay! Okay!

Sounds like you already got him pretty good though.

[comebewe]

We didn't mean to!

...Okay, I did mean to shock him. But not enough to do any real damage.

[failgoyle]

So yeah, y'all should probably call it about even, then.

[comebewe]

He attacked us first!

[failgoyle]

And you knocked him out!

I think that means you won the fight.

[comebewe]

...Apparently we would have done that even if we hadn't fought back. Does it count as a win if you come out on top because the other guy turned out to be allergic to you?

[failgoyle]

...I'd say so, yeah.

I mean, think of the crushing ego blow, losing because you're allergic.

[comebewe]

[a sudden, short burst of mental laughter blasts across the network]

That would be pretty deflating, wouldn't it?

[failgoyle]

Yeah, pretty much. Betrayed by your own body.

[comebewe]

Well. More that it's just not very impressive, is it?

It's not like you can brag about any battle scars afterwards, after all.

[failgoyle]

Maybe if you broke out in a rash and it didn't heal right, but yeah.