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"You stuck your tiny fucking dick in my unconscious fucking body, Bug Man?" The spear is indicating your crotch.
"<span class="mu-i">No!</span> That's not what I— i-i-i-i-it's not <span class="mu-i">tiny</span>—" You're pretty sure this is what being shot in the head felt like. "Um, and i-i-i-i-i—it's not involved! I— I— even if I had wanted it to be, um, involved, I— I didn't— um, I was beetles, so I— I— I— I don't think I— I-I-I-I don't really know, actually, um, how beetles— how they reproduce, but I don't think i-i-it's like how... like how we do it... I mean, not <span class="mu-i">we,</span> but... um, I-I... basically, um, I-I don't know if, um, anatomically... anatomically... um..."
You swallow. Madrigal processes. "You're saying you didn't stick your tiny dick in me... because beetles don't have dicks?"
(You don't know if they do or not. You wish somebody could tell you for sure.)
"Are you sure? Because I thought they, you know—" Madrigal pinches her fingers together repeatedly. "And laid eggs? Oh, you motherfucker. You did <span class="mu-i">not</span> lay eggs in—"
"No," you say miserably. "I-I didn't lay... eggs... I-I-I-I possessed you! That's what I meant by... I-I-I meant that I was, um, controlling your body. From the inside. Like— like— like Richard with Lottie. Right? Do you know what I..."
Madrigal's mouth is open. The spear is pointing more at your shoes than your dick. "You possessed... you mean you walked me around?"
"Yeah!"
"And talked through <span class="mu-i">my</span> mouth?" She sounds wary. "I thought you were a guy... what the fuck are you really? Charlotte picked up another spirit thing? Some sort of nightmare...?"
"Um, I— I <span class="mu-i">am</span> a guy, I'm just... I-I-I'm also beetles. But they're not even real beetles, so I guess I— I am sort of a spirit... thing...?" You're desperate for any kind of common ground.
"Fucking Charlotte." She folds her arms. "Do I want to guess what you <span class="mu-i">did</span> with me."
After her previous guessing? "No! No! Please... can I-I talk? Please let me talk, then you can— you can hate me afterwards. Please? Afterwards? ...Okay. Um, I-I-I didn't know it was going to be your body— Lottie just said there was some empty one somewhere, since she knew I wanted to get out of her head... um, literally, my real body's way out West, probably i-i-in a dumpster. Um. So I-I just... she didn't tell me it was going to be a chick's body, or somebody who lived in camp, or... so I-I didn't know! And I-I-I didn't have any plans to <span class="mu-i">do</span> anything with you, I-I-I just wanted to get out in the real world for a little bit, and I— I— I didn't do anything to anybody, honestly, I-I just followed Lottie around— she can tell you that— and everybody <span class="mu-i">knew</span> i-i—it wasn't really you, so I-I wasn't trying to disguise myself, or anything..."
You're telling the 100% factual truth, provided that you pretend Headspace never happened. You are pretending this as hard as you can. Madrigal is narrowing her eyes at you. "You can put your fucking hands down."
You put them down.
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