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[He appears snarling, because Megamind is quite sick of this. Being crammed into a human body does things to him that are rather unpleasant, mentally. There is literally too much smart to fit into that pitiful lump of grey that humans possess, and Megamind is beginning to go a little…crazy.]

Deior, are you quite finished tampering with our anatomy? [His eyes – still green – are wild. Hair is a mess and he looks more disheveled and un put together than he has since his arrival. Period.

The journal is propped open and his voice comes and goes as he paces back and forth in front of it, hands gesticulating wildly to counter and hide the trembling.]

Because let me be the first to tell you – if someone else hasn’t this? [He jerks at his hair, tugging it frantically-] This is unnatural! It’s – it’s perverted! Abhorrent! I cannot -- function like this!

[There’s a hysterical, maniacal laugh – reminiscent of his early, villainous days, and then the book is shut.]

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[The laughing makes her raise an eyebrow.]

Ciach. Are you drunk, too, a chuisle?

[The first bit of Gaelic translates to 'damn,' the second to 'my pulse,' though the tone of her voice is the way one would say an endearment.]

[That's -- interesting.]

Ha -- ha. No. No, I'm not drunk but I think maybe I should be, at this point and why in the blazes are you speaking Gaelic?

You should be. Come join me, and we'll be drunk together.

[There's a pause as she considers that, then she smiles.]

M'drunk. I'm fucking slipping, apparently.

Yes. Good. This is a good plan. I'll --

Find you. Wait -- slipping?

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