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[thewinedude]

(ooc: backdated to be posted early in curse week, but be sure to bother him as the week goes on)

[When the SFC first turns on, all that is visible is red and white. As it slowly backs away, more of the hat is visible to show alternating stripes and a white brim atop Mr. D's curly black-purple hair. No more of his face is shown than the bridge of his nose, but his eyes are narrowed in extreme displeasure]

I demand an explanation for this outrage.
I warn you I'm someone you don't want to enrage.

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[thewinedude]

[He looks exasperated]

Seven days of this? An entire week?
And I'm unable to change the way that I speak.
Distracted by string and frightened by a dog.
It feels like my head is in an unusual fog.

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[zipperlips]

[He nods sympathetically, then taps his own hat. He can't take it off, and he's been giving people newspapers all day. He doesn't mind it as much as Mr. D seems to mind the rhyming, though.]

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[thewinedude]

[He signs sloppily in response. Something along the lines of "You too, huh?"

Sighing deeply, he summons a Diet Coke can out of thin air, taps the top, and pops it open. He scowls, looking off-camera for a moment as he takes a sip. This is annoying.]

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[zipperlips]

[Truly irritating. They suffer so.

That line of conversation, however, is momentarily derailed as Kurloz watches the soda pop into existence. He points at it, then tilts his head curiously. How'd Mr. D do that?]

[Video]

[thewinedude]

[He holds up the can to the SFC in a mini toast before responding]

This little can is the mark of my real curse
Not simply this nonsense of speaking in verse.
It is part of my real power to make and summon wine
and cultivate fruits that grow on a vine.
This Diet Coke is a mark of shame.
For such a drink is not worthy of my name.

[He's not sure how much Kurloz will get out of that answer, but gods are hardly direct even when they aren't curse to rhyme everything.]

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[zipperlips]

[He frowns for a long time as he puzzles it out. But then, with a look of dawning comprehension, he repeats the sign that Mr. D first gave him when introducing himself- the sign for wine, not the one for the letter D.]