DECKARD lights up.
"It seems you feel our work is not a benefit to the public."
"Replicants are like any other machine, they're either a benefit or a hazard. If they're a benefit it's not my problem."
"May I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure."
"What's 'cock vore'?"
DECKARD suddenly has a furious coughing fit.
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"What we need is some hyper."
"What's hyper, precious?"
"Hy-per-tro-phic. With musk and latex and ballooning. Lovely macro hyper herm vixens! *Sam makes lurid hand gestures* Even you couldn't say no to that."
"Oh yes we could, spoiling nice Gay fetish art. Give it to us raw and wriggling. You keep nasssty hyper macros."
"Oh, you're hopeless."
@Leucrotta like, I hate this, but please don't ever stop. c.c
@Leucrotta "You know, I know this steak doesn’t exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth, the Matrix is telling my brain that it is juicy and delicious. After nine years, you know what I realize? ...Ignorance is bliss."
"Then we have a deal?"
"I don’t want to remember nothing. Nothing. You understand? And I want to be rich. You know, someone important. Like a furry porn artist.
"Whatever you want, Mr. Reagan."
@Leucrotta oh god