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ME: Buy —→ War Bonds ←— Purchase —→ Pepsi, Perform the stock market ‘short’ operation upon the —→ Silver, Gold, Cadmium, AskJeeves. —-> —-> → $100.

ME: It’s Trichel now.

ME: Okay.

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ME: I accept!

JEEVES:

JEEVES, DISTANTLY:

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JEEVES:

ME: Bagel’s estate is basically worthless anyway. Turns out that he only owned the topsoil, so he doesn’t have the rights to all the priceless rubies in his vault.

Then Jeeves, quick as lightning, slaps me across the face with one of his leather biker gloves.

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MICHAEL: Is that all you have to say? We’ve been walking through the desert for like eight hours because you got kicked out of the last damn bar back home.

MICHAEL: Oh yeah you’re right, it is one hundred. Good honesty.

MICHAEL: Please don’t tell me you’re still doing that - that makes two people you’ve gotten kicked out of that program in this exact manner. I’m still kinda mad about that by the way, but I guess it worked out since I went to an actual college afterwards.

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MICHAEL: Yeah, I think they have beer here.

RUTHSKI: The state requires that I properly officiate any duel that takes place on my premises. That being said I fucking hate all of you excluding of course Mister Downey Junior because this shit is losing me money by the second because I guess you had to settle this on a three-day weekend.

RUTHSKI: It’s been your turn this whole time. Go.

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ME: No need to apologize, I fuckin hated them both. Bagel put me in charge of this estate and now I got all this damn paperwork.

RUTHSKI: Contestants, to your positions.

MICHAEL: That’s a mighty injustice, Rogert. Why haven’t you hired a lawyer to take care of it?

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JEEVES: Did you know that they’re not even publicly traded, Rogert? They have no incentive to grow their profits! None whatsoever! I, JEEVES, am fully shareholder accountable! And with the power vested in me by my 7.9% amortized annual returns, I challenge you to a duel -

MICHAEL: You know what? I’d walk another 8 hours in the desert for you, Rogert.

JEEVES: I’m Jeeves.

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ME: Just wait and see, Michael. I’m gonna winner.

RUTHSKI: Trichel you clearly have no fucking idea how advertising works. You picked like five different things half of which aren’t even products sold by corporations. War bonds are shit sold by the government and take like ten years to pay out and don’t give sponsorships. Pepsi probably wouldn’t appreciate you saying to drink until you die and I have no idea what that hundred dollars shit was about or why you kept doing that motion with your arms. I have never seen such a poor performance in any competition ever before. You have completely and utterly lost this stupid duel.

ME: To one thousand more, my actual friend!

Hi everybody! I have been looking at posts on narcs and narc abuse on here and if has really helped me out a lot. I am currently struggling with my situation and need some advice/support. I met a narc last year, everything seemed to good to be true. Love bombing, always texting calling and taking me on dates. Everything changed when someone warned me about him out in public in front of him and who he is. This caused a conflict with us and the love bombing seized. he would tell me that everything is okay and i can come and talk. He would set a time limit on me and kick me out after that. he would then text me like everything was fine and we hung out again and after that he completely ghosted me for one week. He came back and texted me a week later laughing about the ghosting and acting like nothing had happened. he continued to text me ( not like in the beginning) make plans with me, then on the day of the plans he would just ghost me. One day he would act interested the next silence. i contacted him a month later and he acted like nothing happened. He was on a vacation and sent me a picture of another woman ( someone he allegedly met on the trip) to strike a reaction but i never gave him one. After the trip he came to my place and was extremely rude, accusing me of going on dates with a bunch of men. The next day he accused me of being an alcoholic and that he wanted nothing to do with me but said well maybe we can be "friends" then ghosted me i assumed at this point it was over and i would never hear from him again. He contacted me on the holiday a month later acting like everything was great. We ended up hanging out a month or so later and when we hung out it went well, i thought things were going in the right direction. after we hung out.. silence. I would try to text him and if he replied it would be very short then he just stopped replying. He ghosted me for almost three months. I thought he was done this time and of course he popped up again like nothing happened. At this point i was getting sick of if so i questioned him as to why he dissapeared and always does this. Of course he had some sob story about a injury and family member dying of cancer. I felt pity for him and he gave me an apology.. so i took him back stupidly. things seemed to be going smooth for a couple months, of course until his family member died and his injury got better he never contacted me and was distant. Menawhile, i was there for him during the difficult time for him. He lied to me about the funeral and never wanted to chat. I was chasing him and he would always claim nothing was wrong but when i said i thought he used me when he was down he could not handle it and would always tell me he didnt care and to go away. I would get so upset i would try texting him to work it out he would barelt respond and if he did he would not be nice about it. we did hang out a couple times after that, he would ignore me after. One day i was like hey i think you are seeing someone else, and i was like well ixam seeing someone so no problem if you are he said " buy bye good luck with your new guy stop contacting me" i was devastated and tried to get into contact with him for weeks then i just gave up and accepted it was over. He ended up contacting me a month later acting like everything was fine. He wanted to go out and have drinks i told him i would. He and i both seemed to have a great time. He ends up ignoring me again. I kept texting him trying to figure out what was wrong. He kept saying everything was fine and i said ok can we hang out again? He said maybe i was like why? He just kept saying maybe … our last conversation we had… i said what is wrong ? He said nothing is wrong everything is fine. I asked him why he keeps saying maybe. He said " maybe but i dont want to see you right now" i said why? He saix " im just not feeling it, if i wanted to date i would" i said why did you contact me less then a week ago wanting to go out? He said i didnt.. even though he did. So i said should i just move on or what? He said whatever you want to do. So i said that he was really confusing me and asked him if he had anything more to say before i move on? My messages were turning green so i panicked he blocked me and reacted irrationally. I said " omg did you block me? My messages are not going through. Even texted him on my work phone asking what was up. And called him twice ( please dont judge me i know it is pathetic i never was this type of girl before him) so he replied and said " Ok I'll block you now" then immedietly blocked me. He has never blocked me before since I have met him he will just ghost. Is this ths final discard aka " grand finale? Did i just push him too far? this has upset me so much its hard to even function.

Another beat passes, more awkwardly this time.

ME: I’m not joking.

MICHAEL: If anything, you seem more sober now than when we walked in.

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ME: I am a lawyer, and I’ve got a plan to take care of it: Kill all the other guys with chainsaws

An air of tension lies thick in the deserted saloon. The moderator sits on his high stool, worried for his friend. The dishonored answerer waits for the verdict with a cruel smile on his face. The actor reclines in the corner, enjoying the show. The former peanut is obviously trying to find a way to steal a beer from behind the bar. The proprietor gather his thoughts.

ME: I really like this beer.

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Right next to him is me.

MICHAEL: Are you on Quora on your phone right now? You need to pay attention, this is important.

A look of abject horror is written across the man-mountain’s face.

RUTHSKI: Are you done yet?

ME: I have a few ideas. But that’s enough of that business shit, how are my godkids doin’?

RUTHSKI: Jeeves wins.

THE SERVER, NAME STILL UNKNOWN: Here you go.

ME: Can I have another beer?

ME: Can you buy me another beer?

The real, unpainted wait staff are escorting all the mundane patrons out of the establishment, in keeping with what they have just been informed are traditional duel regulations. Along the walls, tables and chairs are neatly assembled, leaving only a narrow aisle of open space. With the gibbous moon’s light cut off by the thick curtains, the room is now lit only by the real fire in the faux hearth.

ME: Oh ok, I’m still down. As the challenged, I choose…mmm…..here, and … in six years!

ME: Holy shit, it’s Jeeves!

RUTHSKI: Round one. First move, Jeeves.

RUTHSKI: Trichel wins. Jeeves, as you have lost a duel of words, you are heretofore permanently silenced.

[POST COMMENTED UPON BY QUORA MODERATOR MICHAEL. COMMENT: What great night out. Can’t wait for the next one, Rogert.]

JEEVES: Rogert Trichel Bagel. You have wronged me for the last time. Back at 7 (Place of Learning) I let you walk all over me. But I thought, at least you were supporting my venture - my website - my AskJeeves.com, where anyone can ask me anything and receive a 100% accurate and factual response! But as soon as that little mom n’ pop $2 billion internet startup Quorat or whatever entered the scene, you abandoned me.

ME: Purchase pepsi buy soda drink soda until you die Get more soda in you do it now some eggs too but MOSTLY, principally, the pepsi scratch the eggs

MICHAEL: Yeah, we know.

MICHAEL: I just finished buying you a beer. You still owe me like 90 bucks.

RUTHSKI: Holy shit shut the fuck up all of you. I’m going to give my judgement now.

ME: Hold on I’m doing something

ME: 👍❤️❤️

MICHAEL: Can we talk now, please? I know you don’t like speaking while not being recorded.

ME, TO MYSELF: That sponsorship was so boring. I’m sure to win!

JEEVES: The all-new Dyson Hypervac sports a slick ergonomic grip, improved reach, and a powerful 1kW engine that will remove every speck of dirt in your home guaranteed or your money back.

ME, CLEARLY IN EARSHOT OF THE BARTENDER: Michael, can you buy me a beer?

ME: I love beer.

Just then, at the eleventh hour, while Jeeves was distracted saying his own name, Michael slides the owner a crisp one hundred dollar bill.

ME: I like Quora. I don’t want just to ask questions. I want to answer them.

ME: $100

RUTHSKI: Round one. Trichel’s move.

ME (TO RUTHSKI, IN A SHOW OF PROFOUNDLY BAD JUDGMENT): I’m gonna sneak behind the bar and steal one.

MICHAEL: This is grotesque. This is truly horrifying.

MICHAEL: Not sure how you just said that but I appreciate the sentiment. How about you? How are things going with Rouge? The late Thomas Bagel’s estate? Sorry for your loss, by the way.

MICHAEL: Have you thought about what your one-thousandth post is going to be, Rogert? I’m honestly a little confused as to why we’re celebrating before you’ve actually done it.

Ruthski furiously stamps out the fire and turns on the fluorescent lights.

JEEVES: Simple. We use the only meaningful metric for an online poster: Ability to shill for big corporations.

JEEVES:

RUTHSKI: What the fuck? Who lit a fire? That’s not a real fucking hearth you idiots it’s all polystyrene.

MICHAEL: Yeah, we got that.

Michael slams the table and laughs uproariously.

RUTHSKI: Both.

ME: You know, I should have advertised an Eraserh-

There’s no need to integrate shit - they already capture everything. What, you don’t believe me? You want proof? Me and my buddy Michael went to the bar last night and the cameras totally captured all the craaaaazy shit we got up to. Here, let me spend several hours painstakingly transcribing all the footage that I illegally acquired from the establishment in question.

JEEVES, WHO RUDELY KEPT TALKING EVEN THOUGH I INTERRUPTED HIM: - of words!

RUTHSKI: Okay I’m cutting you off now.

ME: Well yeah. How else are we gonna get back home they don’t have Uber out here

ME: Okay I’m ready

The hostess approaches us and brings us to one of those super tall tables with the annoying stools. I wanted a booth instead, but Michael’s too much of a punk-bitch to say no. I wanted a booth.

MICAHEL: You hated Rouge?

MICHAEL: All right then. Is there anything else you want to say before we leave CCTV range?

OPEN SCENE: It is eleven A.M. The bar, one ‘Pub de la Ocho’, is populated almost exclusively by men who seem far too old to be alive, let alone drinking by themselves at this hour. A painting of a bartender sits behind the bar, apparently doing a good enough job.

I guzzle some more amber ambrosia from my pint glass.

MICHAEL: They’re doing great, Rogert. Cleo’s just got her first tooth, and Junior’s almost walking.

THE SERVER, NAME UNKNOWN: Uh, what kind?

JEEVES: Rogert Q. Bagel. You-

ME: From the beers or the duel?

JEEVES: Ready.

ME: Ready, your honor.

ME: I make my best posts when I’m drunk.

JEEVES: I’m Jeeves.

MICHAEL: Rogert, Rogert. I love your jokes but you can’t go around saying shit like that in public places, they are going to arrest you eventually.

ME, NOT REALLY CARING: Ok.

The two sit in a comfortable silence as they wait for their beers to be delivered. Large television screens across the establishment broadcast entirely too many angles of the same low-stakes professional billiards match. The last vestiges of sunlight have just died outside, giving way to the cover of darkness.

MICHAEL: What does a duel of words actually entail?

A beat. At this hour, the low din from the bar’s customers is only rarely interrupted by a passing vagabond or vehicle.

MICHAEL: Thank you.

ME: Uh no, I was lying about that part to make myself feel better. Uh. One second

We showed up and I asked for a Peoria Sidecar. The painting of a bartender was so offended it kicked us out and we had to go find a new bar. We had to go to another city - that was the last bar in my hometown that hadn’t banned me yet.

MICHAEL: To one thousand posts!

MICHAEL: Aren’t you still working on that degree?

JEEVES: I don’t want to wait that long. I want to do it now.

MICHAEL: No.

MICHAEL: Not a problem, buddy. You do have to pay me back, though.

Ruthski’s Finest is once again bustling, the clientele slightly confused and greatly inconvenienced by the recently concluded spectacle. Ruthski sits in his office, a stiff drink nearly empty on his desk. Jeeves looms near the hearth, more still than the toxic polystyrene ashes, silent as he shall be ever more. Framed by a window just barely in view of the camera which recorded all these events, two figures sit on the curb. Lilies bloom around them, bizarrely implying they are going to die somehow, even though that makes no sense.

ME: (Ignoring Michael’s little question): He got booted from the program because they assumed he cheated off of me, rather than the reverse which actually happened. Also he’s from AskJeeves.com if that wasn’t clear, he looks a lot different than he used to. I guess the camera subtracts 3 feet or whatever.

Five souls remain in the bar: Jeeves, Michael, Me, Ruthski (The guy who owns the bar, in case you forgot since that was namedropped way back in like Act 1), and Robert Downey Jr. Mr Downey Jr. wasn’t part of the proceedings obviously, but he asked to stay very nicely and Jeeves assented, so for the rest of this post assume he’s in the corner.

MICHAEL: Please stop telegraphing all the crimes you commit. Also, stop committing crimes. It makes you look like a bad godparent.

ME: Shit

JEEVES: I’m Jeeves.

ME: $100

RUTHSKI: No, I already said I’m cutting you off.

OPEN SCENE: Dusk is just painting the sky. The bar, one ‘Ruthski’s Finest’, is crowded with mingling couples and a smidgen of lonely singles. An artificial rustic atmosphere is established by a Chekhov’s gun tastefully placed on a mantle above a faux-hearth. Three servers cruise around the room, assisting patrons and pouring beers - which is to say, assisting patrons BY pouring beers.

ME (To the server): One beer, please!

MICHAEL: What?

MICHAEL: Rogert, are you sure? You’ve somehow managed to down like five beers during the course of this conversation, despite the fact that the server only brought over one bottle.

JEEVES:

ME: Hold on, I gotta go steal the footage real quick.

The stars shine down on this 3/5 drinking establishment. The TV screens now display an agonizingly long game of Monopoly between 16 participants, each held there by the promise of the grand prize: The real life Broadway St.

RUTHSKI: I -

Another chime heralds another figure in the doorway. A 7′10″ beast of a man barely squeezes through the doorway. A pitch-black anchor tattooed on his forehead fails to distract from the big mean face he’s putting on. Inscribed on his leather jacket is what we can only assume is his name and title: JEEVES.

ME: That doesn’t make any sense. Change your verdict now

ME: Ok.

JEEVES: Yes.

The two clink their beers together.

A slight smile cracks Michael’s visage.

ME: Woohoo!

MICHAEL: Get him a Trinity Trust, it’s his favorite. A PBR for me please, thanks.

ME: Do you think they have beer here? I want a beer.

MICHAEL: Don’t, Rogert. Not tonight.

MICHAEL: Who?

YOU: What a great Quora post! *upvotes*

ME: Thanks Michael, you really saved my ass back there. I’m glad you picked up on my hint.

ME: Yeah sure.

ME: I cheated off of him on my final exams whilst I was getting my Master’s in 6, down at 7 (Place of Learning)!

MICHAEL: Seriously, stop saying that.

A chime heralds the opening of the saloon doors, and two figures there stand. One, a man no taller than 5′11″ with unblemished milky skin that gives way to what will in a few years time be a balding scalp, but which for now stands as a luscious mane of whiskey-tinted hair. A pair of round spectacles frame his emerald eyes, perched upon his angular nose. The creeping five o’clock shadow and a slight sheen of sweat from hours of walking give him the look of a rugged workman that he probably doesn’t deserve, given his line of employment. Slung over his shoulder is a sweater, long since removed under the sun’s heat, revealing a well-ironed navy blue button-up. A nice pair of slacks and some slick brown Oxfords complete a look that’s probably too good for this night out.

ME: Hooray! I won! Bartender, a beer one more, and on the house if you please!

RUTHSKI: Okay you’re banned. Get out.

RUTHSKI: No.