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[mcgucket]

[text/voice/video/etc.]

"Howdy, you've reached the voicemail of Fiddleford McGucket! Unfortunately I can't stay and chat right now, but please leave a message and I'll be sure to get back to you quicker than a chicken on a junebug!

... Unless your name is Stanford Pines. In which case, "somethin's on fire right now" better not be the reason why you're callin' me."

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[mcgucket]

[...]

Dreams... the ones from a few months ago, to be exact.

[About the white version of wonderland, which was when these two first spoke to one another, actually.]

[thegrayportrait]

[He moves onto the next word without comment.]

Memory.

[mcgucket]

... A recollection of events or other details from the past.

[Which, isn't actually the very first thing that came to mind at that word, but the mirror doesn't need to know that.]

[thegrayportrait]

[Then what was his first thought?]

Dimension.

[mcgucket]

["Memory gun"]

A unit of measure regarding space... most here though likely think of "alternate" or "multiple" dimensions when the word comes up.

[thegrayportrait]

[He's getting closer...]

Portal.

[mcgucket]

[how about no]

Pass.

[He does not want to talk about his thoughts or feelings about that blasted thing right now.]

[thegrayportrait]

[Ah, there it is.]

Machine.

[mcgucket]

The sort of things I build or invent as an engineer, usually.

[thegrayportrait]

Universe.

[mcgucket]

Everything that exists in terms of physical matter both on Earth, the planet itself, and the space that it exists within. Several of us seem'ta come from different universes in that their Earth is not the same as what we're familiar with, or they come from a different world entirely that does not seem to exist within the space of our own universe.

[thegrayportrait]

[... Well then.]

Forgive the interruption, but that was a well-educated explanation. Were you a scholar of some sort back in you world?

[Mirrors get curious too!]

[mcgucket]

Scientist: my PHDs are in hyper-advanced engineering and fifth dimensional calculus.

[it's one of the few things he's still able to take pride in lately]

[thegrayportrait]

Interesting...
And what will you do if you forgot that knowledge?

[mcgucket]

... So that's what this is all about.

[Of course. He should have known they would be inquiring about that incident with the memory gun being used on the real Dorian...]

I won't forget that knowledge, as it's not somethin' that I want to forget.

[And the memory gun is only supposed to take away the unwanted memories... or at least, that's the intention he had for it...]

[thegrayportrait]

[This actually goes back to last Christmas. He remembers McGucket's notes.]

What of the consequences? The side effects? Surely, you've thought your methods through to account for the hazards of forgetting important things.

[mcgucket]

There aren't any negative side effects of the memory gun. It erases only what it's programmed to erase from the user's mind, nothin' more and nothin' less.

[Although, the moment he says those words, there's an odd sort of mental twitch, as if something is trying to tell him that this isn't the first time he's said this before to someone. However, he chooses to ignore it.]

[thegrayportrait]

[Too bad the mirror is observant.]

I don't doubt the machine does what it is built to do, but humans people get addicted to things through repetition.

Besides, if you forget your mistakes, how can you possibly learn from them?

[mcgucket]

[ughhh why do you sound like Stanford about this]

Even if someone uses the device more than once, it would still only erase what the user types into it's interface.

[And he is going to stick to that story for as long as he can until he's unable to do so anymore.]

[thegrayportrait]

[The mirror pokes holes in that logic.]

And what do you want to forget? Misdeeds? Horrible truths? Minor inconviniences?

[mcgucket]

[And at those words, Fiddleford finally looks well and truly pissed off for a moment.]

What I want to forget is none of your business, or anyone else's for that matter.

[And unless the mirror can think of something to say that can stop or delay him a moment further, Fiddleford is now picking up a towel from somewhere off the floor here, preparing to toss it over the mirror and cover it and the words from being seen.]

[thegrayportrait]

[The mirror wasn't fast enough to say anything more.]

[Dorian sighed as the glass was covered up. There's another Real shutting him out. Great. It seems this one is incapable of being reasoned with.]

[Or is he? There's a good chance McGucket will lock this memory away as well. Then he might wonder why his mirror is covered up and remove the sheet. Keeping this in mind, Dorian wiped away the message he was writing and walked out.]

[He'll be back. If McGucket never forgets about the incident in his room, he'll have to wander through the halls at point. He won't be able to hide from his troubles forever.]

[The Mirror will make sure of that.]