SHEILA

[aubins]

this is santa clarita diet, right?

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[aubins]

... If it was taking orders though, does that mean someone told it who to frame and how to frame them? There's the next big question we get to mull over until an answer drops into our laps. If we're lucky.

[ FUCK the robot. ]

[toesies]

I don't know... But keep in mind, we were told to indulge. And if the fucking robot thinks murder is an indulgence, he may have taken that as an order to kill.

[aubins]

Good point. It's not like we can ask it how literal minded it is.

[ ... ]

Even if we could, I doubt it would say anything useful.

[toesies]

No... As we have previously established, the robot was also a liar.

[aubins]

But trying to snap some answers out of him might've been pretty satisfying. Although that would've meant a worse outcome today, so... can't be too sad about it.

[toesies]

[She makes a face.]

Well, I'm not going to be sad at all. I can deal with the mystery if it means a friend is still alive.

[aubins]

We can barrel through that mystery ourselves at some point.

[ he tilts his head back so he can stare up at the stars. ]

If there's a clue out there, we're bound to found it eventually, now we know what we do.

[toesies]

Exactly! I'm sure everything will work itself out.

[will it tho]

[aubins]

Absolutely. But let's not tempt fate by asking it if... well. You know.

[ anything else can go this colossally wrong. ]

[toesies]

... Yeah. Why is it that things go so horribly wrong when you just start to feel good?

[aubins]

Because fate’s a capricious backstabber who always hits you when you’re feeling especially good about yourself?

[toesies]

Sounds about right.

[aubins]

Not much we can do about that, other than hope we'll maybe be let off for good behaviour.