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Medium

He did that on purpose!

Medium

An Advanced Conjugal Manoeuvre. You have no counterattack.

Easy

The palm push of surrender. She's done.

Easy

Pyjamas, but no slippers. Bet she warms her feet on her husband.

Medium

The movement conveys a desire to do the same in your eye.

Trivial

There was a card rack on the ground floor of Foto 24. Could try it?

Medium

And you must trust her too, at least for the time being. You need her.

Medium

Even if it still worked, you sense no coffee would be forthcoming.

Trivial

Truth serum. Uh oh. Hehehe.

Easy

The sink is whispering to you.

Medium

Ahahaha. Says you fucked it.

Trivial

Truth serum. Sneaky bitch.

Medium

IF YOU ARE FORCED TO FIGHT, YOU WILL FIGHT TO THE FINISH.

Easy

Retaliation may only make this worse. Show forgiveness. You need her help.

Medium

Neck brace is gäng.

Trivial

Truth serum. Uh oh. Hehehe.

Easy

Oh shit, you're going to be -- hahaha -- so fucked when you tell her about killing the Lich. Hahaha!

Trivial

Your cerebral cortex crackles and hums. Little distant fireworks...

Medium

From the room next door, the sound of the television warps and slows ever so slightly.

Medium

The inner walls of the temple sparkle with gems, a million insect eyes. Blue-tongued priestesses hum in the language of rock. Their voices cause tectonic shudders in the villages beyond.

Easy

A deep, choking gasp. She couldn't breathe.

Medium

Neck brace is gäng.

Trivial

Disarm her, now!

Medium

You see panic recede from her eyes and realise -- she's afraid of you.

Trivial

Your cerebral cortex crackles and hums. Little distant fireworks...

Trivial

It'll be fiiiine. Just get her a nice card or something. Old people stuff.

Trivial

There was a card rack on the ground floor of Foto 24. Ahahahaha. Why not? Can't get worse.

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You battering her husband will not go down well either.

Trivial

She's very traditional -- maybe something like a handwritten apology would get her back on-side?

Trivial

There was a card rack on the ground floor of Foto 24. Might be something suitable there.

Trivial

Try an intimate gesture. An apology of some sort, a sincere one.

Medium

Sick of this shit. We're assassins. Tell her, make her show us some assassin-level respect.

Medium

Emotions manifest oddly through the serum. She's terrified.

Easy

A final board tilt in your favour.

Medium

Medium

The air in the tram is stifling, charged, near flammable.

Medium

Ahead of you, futures shear off each other.

Easy

You'll have to reclaim it if you choose that route.

Medium

REAPPROPRIATION OF IMPERIAL-CONTROLLED PROPERTY? NOT A PROBLEM.

Easy

THE IDEOLOGICALLY PURE WILL SURVIVE THE CONFLAGRATION.

Easy

You could probably jump out of the blast radius. Probably.

Medium

Trust the bomb. It has been waiting for this moment for three decades.

Challenging

Ultimate solidarity with PSEUDOPOD. You can feel what he felt as the disc ripped his mind clean.

Easy

You have a screwdriver... Could always reset your hearing feature.

Trivial

The woman behind you is wearing headphones. Maybe she'd let you 'borrow' them.

Easy

Deciding who to take out first.

Easy

Waiting for you to drop the flag.

Easy

Scared of a little blast radius, a light dusting of shrapnel? Coward.

Medium

The hand of the oscilloscope twitches in recognition, giddy for its chorus.

Easy

You have a minute, maybe less.