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"...and if you add a horn, he becomes a unicorn! That must be the reason why he hasn't gotten shot yet! He's a unicorn in disguise and the invisible horn wards off bullets! Except silver bullets...no, wait, that's vampires-"
Anderson paused the recording and turned to Stephen.
"I can't believe you called me a unicorn."
"It could've been worse," Stephen said nonchalantly. "I could've called you an 'Andercorn'."
"A what?"
"You owe Jon your reputation. He just saved you an entire year of mockery."
Anderson sighed and slumped, sank into the couch. "Why do I put up with you?"
Stephen grinned at him, cocking an eyebrow, and invalidated the question.