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[osreborn]

(555 - 888 - 3010)

"Norman Osborn. If you're calling about a job interview, hang up now and call [ business phone number ]. Otherwise stay on the line and leave a message. I'll get back to you when I can."

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[osreborn]

[ What.

What.

What. ]

... Who is this?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Who is this? None other than your lord, your master of dreams!

[osreborn]

I don't think so. I'm with him already.

[ Norman means himself, obviously. ]

Is this a prank call, Dr. Chilton?

[slightlyoffchilt]

What sordid imposter lurks with you? What creature of deceit, what heretic?

[osreborn]

Me. I'm Norman Osborn, remember?

[slightlyoffchilt]

According to scripture, you are a lunatic. A psychopath. I suppose, incidentally, you are also a Norman Osborn.

[osreborn]

Just what "scriptures" are these?

[slightlyoffchilt]

The holy works entitled "Non-Patient imPort Psychological Disorders by Subject". You have a whole chapter concerning your parables.

[osreborn]

Interesting. And the-- er, transcriber, is the name 'Chilton' on these works, by any chance?

[ It's obvious, but Norman wants to hear it. He likes to unequivocally have the facts before moving onto deciding how to handle them. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Yes. An insightful mortal this Chilton is, perhaps I shall name him my glorious prophet.

[osreborn]

I don't know if I'd bother -- he is mortal, after all. Who knows just how much longer he'll be living.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Mortality can be such a barricade, can't it? I'm sure you sympathize to some degree. Perhaps.

[Pages rustle in the background.]

Your goblin pedigree makes you, what, something less than human?

[osreborn]

Oh, not so. I could break an ordinary human's spine over my knee. Stick around and maybe I'll demonstrate sometime.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Are you taking volunteers? I nominate Freddie Lounds. She has become a heretic, forsaking me.

[osreborn]

I won't make any promises.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Gods do not accept promises. We require oaths.

[osreborn]

Or else what?

[slightlyoffchilt]

According to scripture, it's only a matter of time before you have another schizophrenic episode. It has been spoken, so it shall be.

[osreborn]

[ Norman grinds his teeth. ]

You're the one that sounds crazy.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Maybe to a manic depressive such as yourself. Poor thing.

[osreborn]

I wouldn't expect my master of dreams to be objective.

[slightlyoffchilt]

But you admit I am your master.

[osreborn]

Only ironically.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Too late, you have spoken before a god. I accept you as my minion.

[osreborn]

I refuse.