WhiteDwarfWhiteDwarf: Enter frame at an embarrassing moment.



Embarrassing? You've never gotten embarrassed in your entire life, certainly not while attempting to embody your dramatic habits and cryptic identity. And even if you walk in on RedDwarfRedDwarf choking a bit on cereal and muttering things to himself, you like to generously interpret it more in a brooding, anguished tone than embarrassing. Like a darker, rival-coded ninja whose internal dialogue you have no access to, but which is surely the right kind of melodramatic.


WhiteDwarfWhiteDwarf: Ah, good morning.
RedDwarfRedDwarf: Hhhh. Ghhk.
RedDwarfRedDwarf swallows.
RedDwarfRedDwarf: Morning.
WhiteDwarfWhiteDwarf: Are you feeling well, then?
RedDwarfRedDwarf: Yeah, yeah. My torso's not the one under threat, look here!


WhiteDwarfWhiteDwarf: Hey, what're they saying on the news?