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[The feed kicks in to the low laugh of Mordecai. He's pretty darn amused, and judging by the video stream is crashed back in his own bed with the camera facing away from him.]

I got it, I got it.

[Another chuckle. The camera turns to face him. Morde's missing his shirt as well as his mask and is grinning into the comm. It's pretty clear that he's trying not to crack the hell up laughing.

Lilith's voice cuts through the sound.]


What are you doing with your comm? You're not doing what I think you're doing.

Boat. I have an announcement to make. Lilith is a fat ass.

[The camera turns to Lilith, who stands at the foot of the bed looking most unhappy. She's got a tank top on, panties, socks and... appears to be trying to pull Mordecai's pants on and is failing to get them over her hips. It pays to be a skinny bastard.]

You bitch!

[As Mordecai cracks the hell up laughing, the Siren lunges for him, still wearing his pants as best she can. The feed cuts out.]
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[Mordecai's unhappy growl sounds a little more pissed off than usual. However, he keeps his voice even as he speaks his request.]

I need a medic. Deck 11, Room 2458.
 

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