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[standsonhigh]

[He gets one back just as swiftly. It takes a lot to gross this particular politician out. Hell, he used to own little collections like this himself.]

They're fascinating. Though very crude, you could of gotten better parts. Just saying.
So will you let me play?

[soulcontracts]

That depends on your definition of 'play.'
I am a scientist, not an enabler of sexual perversion.

[ Huff huff why can't he ever get any suitemates who just do what he wants!! ]

[standsonhigh]

Study. Look at. Maybe some light prod and little tests?
Maybe I'll even add to the collection. If you ask nicely.
But no, no sexual desires here. None of the limbs are my type >:

[It's a real shame, isn't it? To be stuck with a psychotic Time Lord who actually enjoys pickled body parts.]

[soulcontracts]

The collection is fine as it is.
You know what?
Take them. They are yours. Consider it a gift, from me to you.

[ It's all for show, parts simply leftover from experiments he'd performed, pickled and preserved mostly in an effort to scandalize and offend his first suitemate, one Morgana Pendragon. It hadn't seemed to work since then. ]

[standsonhigh]

You're too kind.
But lets say we leave them in the bathroom? They make for nice decoration.

[He kind of liked the idea of a body part museum in the bathroom. Looking at left over animal bits while showering? Could add a little whimsy to the mundaneness of his morning routine.]

[soulcontracts]

[ If Johannes were capable of being creeped out, this would probably do it. ]

We'll see.

[standsonhigh]

[Lesson learned, then? Don't try to troll your neighbour, they might be entirely psychotic.]

So are we all clear on the bathroom issue now?
It's shared. The jars are nice. Mutual rubber duckies.

[soulcontracts]

As you say.