IQ: Can you pass me the stapler, please?
*G reaches over and grabs her stapler, handing it over*
IQ: Thanks
G: You don't have a stapler?
IQ: No :( I am nobody. I have nothing. Oh, except a pen. that's my job description, literally.
G: Hmm, maybe you should put in an order for one?
IQ: Oh I have, but they keep forgetting. *sniffs dramatically* but it's ok. it gives me a reason to get out of my desk and stretch every now and then.
G: Yeah. True.
G: ... But wait, I just HANDED it to you.
IQ: I know *grins*
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