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So glad to see you back here again Owen. - At least somebody is.
We all are.
We all love you. We all love each other. That's what we do at Torchwood.
We love.
Ah yes, good times.
Remember when you and I were doing it?
What are you talking about?!
Come on, Gwen.
Our passionate affair in '06?
I don't remember that at all. -- Bloody hell. We must have been retconned. Everyone at
Torchwood was retconned to forget about our backseat shags. Even I
forgot all about it in Season 2.
Jack would never do that to us.
If not Jack, then who?
Absolutely no-one, Owen.
I don't believe it. Not for one little minute. And if you keep insisting it's
true, I'll give you a right kicking!
Then how do I know so much about you, such as your mole shaped like the
planet Saturn
and the fact that your left pinky toe is erogynous zone?
***! How did you know that?
This is the kind of thing a bloke discovers during monkey love marathons.
Maybe my husband Rhyss told you.
Ask him yourself.
And risk upsetting him? Never!
Never ever. Or at least not unless I can give him a retcon pill straightaway.
You must believe me or you'd just ask Rhyss.
I knew you'd see things my way.
Through *** lenses?
You beauty!
You found them for me? Please go get them. I need them bad!