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Shawn had been stuck under the forcefield for who knows how long. He hadn't eaten in hours, and he was almost at his breaking point.

"I've got a lovely bunch of pineapples. Here they are a-standing in a row. Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head..."

Correction. He had already reached it.

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Then have some more mind buggery, Shawn.

"What ARE you singing?" The little demon girl asked, intrigued. She appeared out of nowhere.

"A pineappley interpretation of the coconut song."

"That's odd," Alessa said. "How long have you been stuck here?"

"...I have no idea."

Alessa blinked. What an odd, strange little man.

"You lack the concept of time?"

"I've been here for hours with no watch and you want me to put an exact time on that?"

"Being here for that long of an amount of time doesn't mean you can't find a way," Alessa replied. "I'm told even the earliest humans found a way to measure time intervals. But if you do not believe time to be of that much value, will it matter if you stay here longer?"

Now she was just teasing, in her own creepy way.

"Let's see, there's no light source to measure time by, so that's out. Counting time off in my head would just make me go crazy, and I'm already having enough trouble with that as it is."

Wow, this was pointless. This was the most fruitless conversation she'd ever had. The man seemed to only answer in one sentence, as if it was enough to accurate tell someone anything. That was more than frustrating, and he didn't seem to have any personality as far as who he was, and hadn't even questioned what she was either. She sighed.

"Why would you think you were going crazy?"

"Because, again, I've been here for hours and now I'm talking to one of the kids from Children of the Corn."

This Alessa didn't understand.

"What does my appearence have to do with maize?"

"It's not- it's-" Shawn sighed. "Why am i even talking about this to someone who's probably a figment of my imagination anyways?"

Alessa pinched his arm-hard. "Is that enough to lessen that frame of thought? Now explain the corn comment, and how I resemble its children."

"It's a movie about creepy ass children that worship a monster that lives in a cornfield." Shawn explained. "That's pretty much it."

Alessa smiled. "Well that would certainly be wrong then. I would more likely be the one that either rallied up the children to begin with, or at least be the monster they were worshipping in the first place. Call a spade a spade."

"Uhhuh. Well, normally I'd run away screaming my head off, but forcefield, so it's just gonna have to be one out of two."

Shawn proceeds to scream like a little girl.

Well. That really was actually very funny. So funny in fact that Alesa passed through the forcefield and gave Shawn a kiss on the cheek.

"You can start running now if you feel its necessary."

Alia had been simply walking, anything to keep her mind from tumbling off into oblivion.
When low and behold, there was a strapping young man caught in a terrible trap, singing, badly.
"What are you doing?" Placing her hand on her lips, her face read both intrigued and puzzled.

"Oh you know, trying not to go crazy while everyone completely ignores that I've been trapped in a forcefield for way too long."

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Crazy. That was something Alia was familiar with.

"You must have been in there quite some time." It was a statement not a question.

"What are 'Pineapples'?" Alia crossed her hand over her chest and smiled prettily. She herself had been in the same trap not to long ago. Surely she must save this handsome young man, as it was done for her.

Ah this ship was filled with man of them, handsome young men that is.

"They're fruit. Specifically a fruit with both high sugar and citric acid content, covered in a skim made of thick spines. They usually grown in tropical areas, most famously Hawaii." Shawn knows way more than any one man should about pineapples.

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"Interesting." Alia couldn't help but be amused a little. "I've never heard of such thing. But perhaps it would be better to get you out of here before you enlighten me on any more of your home's foodstuffs."

Then she laughed softly, a melodic sort of laugh, one she had learned from the Bene Gesserits with in her.

"Or should I leave you to sing further?"

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