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You know there are somedays where I just want to fucking shoot the lot of you.

Yes, we'll do Thanksgiving, we always have, we always will. Next week we'll put up a request board for food stuff. We're going to treat this as a home cooking thing rather than as an American thing. It's more fair that way.

[Private to the Admiral]
Give George a puppy. The kind he'd actually want. And all the stuff to go with it. Don't get cute.

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George...ie.

Do you mean Constable Crabtree?

Yep. Him.

[Parker grins in an amused way.]

He's a friend here.

A very close friend, it sounds like.

[Is Ruby's face just a tiny bit frozen? Yes. She might cut you.]

[Have a laugh.]

Calm down, Victorian Barbie. Not like that. I'm his friend. I don't have any fucking designs on him.

Oh. Of course it's none of my concern either way.

...Barbie?

Uh huh. Yeah, I know that look all too well.

A doll from my time.

Your time? Are you purporting to be some sort of time traveler?

Did Bertie put you up to this?

You're talking on a video, that's answer enough?

I don't know a Bertie you now, blondie.

You've never heard of H.G. Wells? He's quite famous.

Of course I have.

That's Bertie. He's a dear friend.

Yeah, he's from before my time as too.

No, I have no idea who the hell he is.

How is it you know George, exactly?

We work together.

In the future?

Nope. Right now. We're sort of out of time at the moment.

That's a shame. I was going to ask if he kept his hair.

[Okay, that made her crack a grin.]

I wouldn't know.

So what is it you do here?

Help redeem bad people.

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