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To Megatron and Lord Recluse:

I hereby resign from your respect employs. It's not you, it's me, you've been great guys but I've gotten a better offer from the Department of Sanity and I just don't feel we're working out.

Sincerely,

"Scourge".

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Understood.

Recovering, are we?

Huh. That was easy.

My head's on straight for the first time this week. At least straight in the sense of not running around telling everyone I'm a big ~~damn~~ evil robot.

There's no reason to make a fuss, although I'm sure the Evil Club won't be as interesting a distraction without you.

That sort of thing is taken in stride here, obviously. Why did you believe that, of all things?

Oh, I'm still on for the club, I'm just not your little minion errand boy anymore. It turns out my dignity was behind the sink the whole time.

You mean why the robot thing? Depends, why do you have the giant spider supervillain thing?

Ah, good.

Thirty-four years of an unsustainable, unhealthy relationship that culminated in sudden and violent psychosis.

That, and a fondness for spiders.

You went nuts because your husband beat you up? That actually really explains a lot. No wonder you can't man up.

[inkblot] Friend. And no, nothing so dramatic.

No, no, it's cool. I know this sort of thing happens to guys too, and Marcus sounds like a real cu jerk. But you can break up with him without turning into an evil overlord bent on whatever the heck you were bent on.

We were not [irate scribble that might have been a word] Do I need to call in witnesses to convince everyone that we were not friends in that sense?

Besides, that would be incredibly awkward. My parents adopted him when I was four.

Well, more awkward than what Marcus did anyway.

Unhealthy relationship. You said it, not me.

Besides, you're the crazy one. Maybe you forgot about it.

Yes, but I meant a different breed of unhealthiness.

I was perfectly lucid during the period leading up to my breakdown, and I have a very good memory.

I thought I was lucid when I was going through withdrawal. That doesn't mean I was actually a giant robot a week ago.

And you are assuming that I am still not lucid myself.

Pretty much, yeah.

And your reasoning behind this assumption is...?

I don't have any reason to believe you and on top of that I'm not completely sure I care. You did a lot of shoving me around back and now you're coming at me all sweet and polite like I care about your issues.

So I'm thinking it's crazy until proven otherwise, because that way I don't have to listen to most of what you say.

My apologies for how I acted previously. I was not myself. I tend to be quite rude or obsessive, when that sort of thing is going on.

If I was still delusional, wouldn't you think I would have put up more of a fuss over the fact that you won't be working for me anymore? Whatever I needed done seemed quite important to me at the time.

You trying to tell me that you're actually sane now too?

Yes, actually. And pardon my asking, but what is your actual name? I don't really want to call you 'Scourge'.

Joshua Cho. You're Stefan, yeah?

(And what's with the spelling? You sound German.)

A pleasure to finally meet you, at least in written form.

Yes, that's my name. I'm American, but my family was Austrian.

Richter works for you, you're big enough to make an earthquake.

It actually means 'judge' in German, but yes, that too.

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