[ Like he doesn't know that Leslie would kidnap him if there were a government function or a crackpot convention. She knows he tries to avoid those unless they have bacon-wrapped shrimp. She knows far, far too much about him.
Okay, so maybe she wouldn't kidnap him. She's far more likely to nag him until he gives in, if only for some peace and quiet, or she would move the government function to his office on the sly.
Maybe she didn't kidnap him. But then, how did he get here? ]
STOP.
[ He stills the comm and glares at Leslie. ]
Stop saying a name that may or may not be mine! On. A. Machine.
[ And then, with a glance around the room because he doesn't know where the communicator came from and who else might be watching. Why is Leslie saying his name so often? She should know better. This is his name, Leslie. His. Name. ]
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Okay, so maybe she wouldn't kidnap him. She's far more likely to nag him until he gives in, if only for some peace and quiet, or she would move the government function to his office on the sly.
Maybe she didn't kidnap him. But then, how did he get here? ]
STOP.
[ He stills the comm and glares at Leslie. ]
Stop saying a name that may or may not be mine! On. A. Machine.
[ And then, with a glance around the room because he doesn't know where the communicator came from and who else might be watching. Why is Leslie saying his name so often? She should know better. This is his name, Leslie. His. Name. ]