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[Larry is sitting cross-legged on his bed in his cabin, looking pretty bored. He tries to put on a grin that ends up looking more sheepish and clueless than anything, and takes one more moment of valuable transmission time to glance up at the ceiling, presumably in thought. Then he sighs, and faces his device. At least he is no longer panicking the way he was during his first few days on the ship.]

Um...hi, I guess. I'm Larry Butz, and one day I woke up in a tube with weird gunk that took forever to get out of my hair. Gum is worse, though.

[A pause. He wonders what else he should say.]

Thought I'd introduce myself since we'll be on this ship for a while. In space and all that.

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By the way, I got a couple of questions. First, are there any art materials on board? I'm kinda bored. [As if that wasn't obvious from the fact that he has decided to lie back down, his eyes half-closing in a dazed expression.] And second, are the numbers on our arms supposed to mean something, or did we all get random ones while we were asleep?

[Because his reminds him of something. Something more than just an age, or a birthday, or any sort of date.]

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Weeeeeeell...of a prank that I played fifteen years ago.

[Larry is going to see how far he can go without actually saying he stole Edgeworth's lunch money.]

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[ It's like pulling teeth. Challenge accepted. ]

Which was?

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I...took someone's lunch money.

[A beat.]

But I paid it back! Just before I got here!

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That's it?

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I forgot to pay it back! I only remembered fifteen years later.

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You're treating it like it's the end of the world...

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... [He has a point.]

Y-yeah, you're right. But he won't remember it now 'cause he's younger.

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Wait--wait.

[ squint ]

You're worried about something he doesn't even remember?

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Well, yeah! 'Cause I can't remind him about that anymore!

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It's lunch money.

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It wasn't just a bunch of quarters either, y'know...

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How much?

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Thirty-eight dollars.

There's an eleven on my arm, and a thirty-eight.

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Your school lunch cost thrity-eight bucks?

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Well...yeah! It wasn't cheap, but it's not too big, either.

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What kinda world do you live in, 40 bucks for school lunch?

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Hey, my world is normal! And how should I know why a lunch cost that much?

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Couldn't order the standard meal?

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Sometimes I couldn't, 'cause I'd lose my money or forget where I put it...

[Larry, those are pretty much the same. And that wasn't the point.]

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[ Oh my god Larry. ]

Don't you have a wallet?

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I do!

...now. Back then, I think I didn't.

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At least you learned your lesson.

[ Y u p. This guy's going to be avoided for a while. Sorry, he just doesn't understand AA logic ]

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[Nobody does. Larry himself doesn't because he's an idiot.]

Yeah, but sometimes I forget the wallet.

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You--uh. You make sure you don't this time.

[ y u p. Brendan quietly slides away from the feed, clicking it closed. This is all he can take at this point.

LARRY WHAT IS YOUR LIFE. ]