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[herrstory]

No. He and I are now best of friends.

[ Says Starr. Unconvincingly. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Nice try. You don't have any friends.

[Said Frederick Chilton.

Who definitely had friends.]

[herrstory]

Hans Gruber is my friend. We are both German.

[ The true basis for friendship. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Wow. Congratulations.

[herrstory]

Thank you. I appreciate your appreciation for me and my friend.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Perhaps I should have instituted a Hans-off rule at the get-go.

[herrstory]

I take it you saw the video, then?

[slightlyoffchilt]

[What video.]

What makes you think that?

[herrstory]

Your stupid pun.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You are being ridiculously judgmental now.

[herrstory]

Did I hurt your feelings? Do you have feelings?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I have at least three feelings, yes.

[herrstory]

Is horny one of them?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I am not going to dignify that with an answer either way.

[herrstory]

So then, yes.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Why do you insist on me being aroused constantly?

[herrstory]

Not constantly. But when I am around would be nice.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Hm.

[A beat.]

What video was that, again?

[herrstory]

If you are looking for arousal, I am already here at the hospital.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I told you not to come.

2/2

[slightlyoffchilt]

What video, Starr?

[herrstory]

If you have not yet seen it, then who am I to ruin the surprise? Happy hunting.

[ That's hours upon hours of footage in multiple places in the hospital to go through. Although if Chilton starts from Hans' first day on the job, it will be less of a search. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[It is less a focus of time and more location, in Chilton's mind -- he pulls up the footage for the past month in three places: Starr's office, the Containment Center, and Chilton's own office.]

I swear to god.

[herrstory]

[ Reaching Chilton's office, Starr opens the door. ]

But I believe a bargain could be struck if you want me to tell you exactly when and where it was.

[ He hangs up the phone, slipping it into his suit pocket. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton stood up, slammed closed his laptop, his mouth twisted in a small rage. He distinctly recalled his instructions to Starr just moments ago.]

You know, [said Chilton, as he unbuttoned one cuff and rolled up his dress shirt sleeve.] I still owe you a treatment.

[And he walked around his desk, his eyes on Starr's throat. Sedative ready.]