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[Click]
(a short period of silence and faint static)
(eventually, a door opens)
[MUMBO]
And here I was, spending all my time trying to convince myself I shouldn't be experiencing envy towards your tape recorders, only to walk in on you staring at one like you're going to marry it. Or maybe murder it?
[GRIAN]
(with less enthusiasm than usual) Oh. Hi, Mumbo.
[MUMBO]
Yikes.
Last time you looked like that, you dropped out of uni. ...Hey, wait, are you planning on quitting? Abandoning me to the dusty files and boxes? That'd be awfully rude of you, you know.
[GRIAN]
NO!
No? No, I'm not quitting. Why'd you ask? Anyway, Scar'd still be right there. Perfectly tormentable.
Mm. I don't want to kill you. Nice, that.
[MUMBO]
Riiiiiight. Of course. Well, it's lunchtime, and you promised me that falafel place down the road, so come on.
[GRIAN]
Oh, right, I was going to- I'm coming, I'm coming! Only if you're paying, though.
[MUMBO]
That was absolutely not our agreement-
[Click]