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[mathemagier]

[Screened calls go straight to voicemail, where an impatient recording answers]

You've reached Dr. Hermann Gottlieb. Leave your name, number, and business if you expect a return call. Thank you.

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[driftsintobuffetline]

[sighs heavily. He was going to argue about including Zippo too, but the wistfulness softens everything he was thinking.]

Someday you'll be a dad for real. [Maybe not with me, but someday.]

Re: voice

[mathemagier]

Well if we manage this in our world or otherwise manage to ensure our continued existence here, I will certainly be bothering you about our options.

[driftsintobuffetline]

You'd want to have a kid with me? I mean, one of our own, not just some cute preteen we nabbed off the streets?

[mathemagier]

Yes, of course with you. You mentioned being interested in such a collaboration.

[driftsintobuffetline]

I am. I just. Me, Hermann. With me. You want that or...or at least want to discuss it with me.

Me.

[mathemagier]

Yes.. with you.

[There's clearly some confusion here]

[driftsintobuffetline]

[Happiest of sighs]

That is so gay.
So incredibly gay.

Kids. With me. I think you've forgotten what kind of disaster you married.

[mathemagier]

You're not a disaster, Newton. I'm sure you could be a fine father.

[driftsintobuffetline]

I am a terrible cat-dad!

[mathemagier]

You dote on Liebling more than I do at times.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Well, she's cute. How can you not.

[mathemagier]

You'd spoil a real child just as much if not more. Turn against me to win their favor, insist on being the 'cool' parent.. It would be terrible.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Yeah. Super awful.

[mathemagier]

I hope it becomes a reality some day.

[driftsintobuffetline]

[oh...]

...I was going to be so cool. How did you ruin me forever?

[mathemagier]

You fell in love with me.

[And it tickles him that he fulfills Newton enough that he doesn't feel the need for wild parties and rockstar scenes any longer. Their happiness is simply time spent together]

[driftsintobuffetline]

Damn you. Damn you sweeping me off my feet. I was going to have all the wild victory parties.

[mathemagier]

We can have our own private celebrations.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Pretty sure that's what we've been doing for a while now. But I'll gladly take more.

[mathemagier]

Well if you ever feel as though you're missing out on something, do tell. I want you happy.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Missing out on doing lines of coke off the bodies of groupies in the tour bus and hotel rooms. Panties thrown on stage while giving a show. "Mary Me Newt" signs. You know. The usual.

[mathemagier]

[Laughs]

Those were dreams, Newton. ..But if you really did want to be famous, you'd have no problems with achieving that here.

[driftsintobuffetline]

What, you're telling me you won't let me do lines off your abs? Come on.

[mathemagier]

Of sugar, possibly.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Ow, no, that's going to hurt. I'll lick them off instead.