Tinder

[reversesock]

the tinder meme Maybe you can't find a date. Maybe you don't want to find a date. Maybe this whole thing was set up by your well-meaning friends, or your prank-playing enemies, or your over-involved mother. Whatever the reason, you're on a swipe-based dating system. Call it tinder, cuddlr, e-harmony but for shallow assholes... you're on it. What's the worst that could happen?

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Comments

[voiceinthephone]

[Beta tester coming out of the blue and with no prior record in the business? Now that’s weird even for Phil.]

Is there anything I can do to help? O-or, am I just gonna get in the way?

[Or worse, somehow making the investigation harder for Mike.]

[ptoma]

[ the most he can do is shrug, slumping back in his seat. he's one weary zombie. ]

I don't even know what I'm doing, much less what I could tell you to do. Or not do.

The only thing I know for certain, is that I can't stop until the job's finally done.

[voiceinthephone]

[Phil's so worried about Michael, he knows that eternity doesn't mean burnout's not going to happen.]

What I can offer you is, uh, maintenance. I mean, you're looking a little, uh, squeaky at the joints and Jeremy's probably in physical therapy for another hour. So, let's see how you're doing?

I know the sound of a cushion disc when I hear it.

[ptoma]

Maintenance. [ he almost barks out a laugh at that. phil's real funny. ]

Don't be an idiot. There's nothing to maintain. Nothing's going to fix this. [ certainly squeaky at the joints, which is what happens when a robot endoskeleton crawls inside you and leaves you to rot for a few years, and mike does look weary and pained and shaky but-- well, them's the breaks of being a piece of shit. ]

Waste your time worrying about someone that stands an actual chance of recovery. Not a walking corpse.