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this is becoming risible
Yeah yeah wordcount whatever.
MORE IMPORTANTLY:
My Inception fic now stands at 22,321 words (still incomplete; I have maybe 1.3 scenes to finish), meaning that it is now the longest thing that I have ever written.
No weapons are visible, but the guards in the carts have their eyes fixed on Arthur and one of them is talking into a radio, so whatever the problem is, it's probably going to get bigger.
"Does this guy smoke pot?" Arthur demands of Ariadne.
"What sort of question is that?"
"Does he?"
"I don't know."
"Well, he shouldn't. Ever."
"Sure, okay, we'll make sure to leave a note in his pocket when we wake up. Dear Jeremy, Just Say No." Ariadne blinks and clenches her hands around the steering wheel, and the cart's engine starts to make a far more interesting sound.