Intellect
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
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It's true. We would have caught a lie. But... a kind heart is tricky.
Don't forget heated arguments escalating to physical confrontation with your friends.
You know very well she did not talk about how someone should write a book about you. You are the one who brought the topic up.
It's not insincere. He's actually giving it thought.
Of course you do. Maybe some regulations and a usual pistol to go with them? It's official: My lord's copotype is Regular Cop. I'll let everyone know. I'll send out a telefax.
Yes, my standard liege. Someone's seen all sorts of wild ideas pop off and thought -- 'I'll take the boring one. The regular, please. The brown.'
Good, good. Of course. To outright declare yourself something does seem a bit too... interesting now, doesn't it? I won't trouble you any further.
See? You're so regular and vinyl-brown, he doesn't even want to talk to you about it.
Yes, the type of cop you are, sire. Think of it as a caste, a class, even. A nation of Regular Law Officials that you belong to. It comes, of course, with the usual benefits.
Done and done. No actual communiques will be sent, of course. That would be too dramatic.
Of course you do. Let's get right to it. My lord's copotype is Regular Cop. I'll let everyone know. I'll send out a telefax.
No need to be defensive. The regularity, the brownness, the cut-and-dry have their appeal -- a very standard appeal.