Freeport Nine--Council Chambers

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"Omicroners never lost their sense of humour, but they keep it amongst themselves. For the most part, we have gained a profound sense on how to strikingly insult someone sarcastically." Coen replied lazily. "And yes, experience beyond paper, mainly because some of our brethren are too lax to both to read, and I admit I did contemplate a colourful graph with crayons, but some of us are not yet Corsairs and may be offended."

"Indeed I do. Should I question how you know about it? Coen laughed. He knew Argus knew nothing much of his schedule.

"I do not see why not. I came, I proposed, you accepted, we had a laugh. Not much more else to it." Coen nodded to himself a few times

"Sounds about right. I will show myself out, and sorry about the security." His eyes shot a look at where his guard should be standing, outside the closed door.

"Pleasure having a normal conversation with our neighbour in these unusual times." Coen said, walking towards the door.

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Anything I say is not intended as offensive, and to try and deliberately misinterpret it as such would be an attempt at trolling via misrepresentation.

It's not a conspiracy, it's localised bias. They're not intelligent enough to form a conspiracy.