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"Yeah, yeah, fuck you too, Ma'am," grumbled Jesse in Darkwhite's general direction. So, the mewtwo was gone. He guessed that cleared the bastard of suspicion, but there was still so much that remained unknown. One of them badly needed to discover and volunteer some real information to go on...

"I ain't fuckin' votin' for anyone." Jesse massaged his temples. "And neither should anyone else."

"Not fuckin' interested," snapped Jesse. "Remember, folks, early presents lead to death, judgin' by Squirt's fate. We don't have evidence on anyone yet, so we're fuckin' ourselves if we fuckin' guess randomly or some shit. Just abstain and tell these sadistic fuckers where to put it."

"FUCK IT. Never have I ever levitated with my psychic powers." Jesse rubbed his temple. He was developing a migraine.

Jesse ignored the continuing jabs about Brisa and grinned weakly at Lee's question. "I don't do folks like that. I'm up-front about my intentions. Let's see what Miss Mew has to say fer herself." 'Traumatised.' That's what the machine had said. But that couldn't be right. Traumatised folks...

"'Foxy...' Ugh. For the love of gods."

Brisa Turn 4: Focus Shadow Maul the Sky God SHADOW MAUL THE SKY GOD

Jesse rolled his eyes. "I shook for the 'legendary' question, and you're just plain wrong about my accent bein' dumb, so you're outta luck there, darlin'. Fair's fair if you're not gonna count a nickname as a legitimate moniker. What is yer real name, anyhow?" He shot a glare at both of the...

"No," said Jesse, voice steady. "I have never killed. So. ...Darkwhite?" He glanced at the PS3 and then at Lee. "Go fer it."

Jesse stared down Darkwhite with unconcealed antipathy. "Palkia. What actually are you askin', anyhow? Pick yer words precisely."

What? That wasn't even a specific question. Was it figurative, did it mean murder? Or like... cutting yourself shaving when you were thirteen years old and a different species? Did pokémon battles count, or...? What? "I ain't ever sworn in a dumb accent," he said after a second with his paw at...

Jesse sighed and shook his remote. "Seen and kicked the ass thereof, yeah. Legendaries are the way they are, y'know?"

"None of yer business what I did, and I don't have the time to explain," growled Jesse. "Fuck you." He shook the remote. He was about to ask some petty question as planned, but he remembered the point of this was to use the game to get information on Darkwhite. But then, this was some kinda...

"Yeah, I've been a human," snapped Jesse. "I already told the room I started out human, you already knew that." Surely that wouldn't fuckin' count. He could just say 'never have I ever levitated' or some shit and get one over the fuckin' mew that way. "You ever been married, son?" asked Jesse...

Jesse's face contorted in anguish. "Back in the world this body is from, I was a telepath. Sometimes it's... involuntary. It happened, but I would never... I would never mean to hurt my kid. Gods fuckin' damn it."

Jesse shook the wiimote with a feral snarl. Guilt. Shame. Humiliation. Anger. Resentment. Gods, his heart was full of so, so many burning poisons. He never asked for this. He just wanted to go home.

Jesse stared at the screen, one eye twitching, tail stiff. "You bastards," he hissed through clenched teeth. "I didn't mean... She wasn't— ...you have no idea how it happened. How fuckin' dare you."

"Believe it or not, I've done all of those. Not necessarily as dates, mind. I'm more of a candlelit dinner fella myself. Or campin' out under the stars is good." He grinned drily. Of course the manic little devil was an adrenaline junkie. "I... I guess?" Jesse said to the screen. "Sure." He...

"Holy shit," muttered Jesse under his breath, one paw moving to a wand at his belt. Well, they had a prime suspect for the fucking murder right here. "Never have I ever what?" he asked, perplexed by the sentence fragment.

"I'm not a fuckin' bachelor," barked Jesse. "I been married damn near twenty fuckin' years, fer all the good it's done me. Ah, damn it, whatever." He straightened up, adjusted his hat and his jacket, and brushed off his arm and cheek fur. "I know I ain't much t'look at, and I am married, but...