Texting II

INTP: Is it illegal to order anything with a sharp edge that could be considered a weapon, from China?

INTP: Gah. You are not answering. 

INTP: I am sitting here, with a bright light shining in my face, being interrogated, and I need to know if I have a legal leg to stand on.

INTP: Too late. I died. They skipped the trial. 

INTP: *coffin emoticon*

INTJ: Google it. 

INTJ: Then delete your history if you are worried.

INTP: Make sure my funeral consists of a boat, fire, and cremation. And swords. Don't forget to burn me with my sword.

INTJ: K

INTJ: Do I have to fill the boat with sticks first?

INTJ: Cloak Optional? 

INTJ: How am I supposed to get the sword back? 

INTP: Yes to both, but I would prefer my cloack be burned with me. 

INTP: It is my sword, I burn with it. 

INTJ: I put a lot of work into that sword and I hate swimming.

INTP: Go find Aithusa and make another. 

INTJ: Your nice cloak burns or your nasty old one? I want the nice one. 

INTP: GRRR. Fine.

INTJ: You won't know the difference.

INTP: How pragmatic of you. Yes I will.