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Acquaintances now, are we?

[ Starr doesn't comment about anything else, almost pretending as though it never happened. Or maybe he's distracted. There are some unmistakable sounds in the background. A few guttural grunts, moans, and slaps. He's definitely watching something. ]

... I'm sorry, am I interrupting some pressing matter?

[Those sounds are audible enough for Chilton to catch over the phone call, and he naturally must make note of it.]

I can multitask.

[ WHATEVER THAT MEANS. ]

So does this appraisal of yours mean I am to receive a bonus?

I am simply offering my sympathies, Starr, along with muted praise. Consider it, as well, to be something of a thinly veiled threat.

And what would this threat be precisely?

You are behaving so well, Klaus. The very picture of a good sport. Don't fuck it up, or I will have to take responsibility of you.

Just as I have before.

You mean when you strapped me to the gurney and administered medication up my anus after I proved too unruly to remove the muzzle?

You were trying to bite the staff! The people who are now your staff.

Excluding one. Which does make me curious. Why did you keep quiet about such a thing while I ran for ambassador?

[Chilton sighs -- bringing up McCoy like that.]

I did not need the scrutiny, not on the hospital. We are doing something so much grander than political campaigns and popularity contests.

So then you believe the ambassadorial position means nothing?

I believe it means little compared to my work. Our work.

Your work will not save the world. Perhaps it can save Maurtia Falls or the imPort community. But it is not far reaching enough.

It is more resounding that the momentary flicker of ambassadorial power.

The others do not know how to use their power. And the imPorts are afraid of novel ideas. So, they vote for the same shit again and again. Ambassador Merlotte is the only one we have of decent quality now.