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[For his secret Santa, Mac receives a meticulously wrapped decent sized box. And inside that box, is another smaller wrapped box, and inside that one, yet another. It's the nesting doll of presents, made up of about six boxes in total. But if he has the patience to tear through all of them, at the center there's a tightly balled up, black, sleeveless workout shirt that has "Sleeves Are Bullshit" printed in bold down the front.]

So...Price has heard people talk about Mac, always in a negative light. He's curious about him, and eager to meet him to figure out what's the deal with him. That, AND he wants to prove that everyone else but himself is the real asshole and that they are most likely ostracizing him because of their own self righteousness. Not that he cares about Mac, mind you. He's just making a charity gesture, pulling a Dan if you will, just without the 'I would never push you off a bridge' nonsense. So he decides to take action, and approaches him at the mess hall.

"Mind if I sit here?"

"It's a free country, dude." Is it? Mac isn't sure. Mac conceives of America as some sort of force field centered around him, as if he's making the Rig American just because he's an American and resistant to acknowledging wherever they are as anywhere else.

No one ever comes and willingly sits with Mac. He generally has to inflict himself on other tables, setting down with them like some kind of unwanted disease or a bad smell or information about a B-list celebrity's marriage, just entering people's lives with no actual positive impact but no potential to truly be ignored. And yet, he doesn't seem remotely grateful to have company. Yet.

"Dude, you are like, pocket-sized. I bet we could fit you in the baseball cannon at the batting cage in the gym."

Price sits next to him and tilts his head at Mac's remark. He decides he's going to take it as a compliment, as an...Interesting way to say that he is cute. Mostly because he is cute. He responds with a very light brief chuckle:

"I am quite short, yes. However I believe there was a small anthropomorphic rodent of some sort here on the Rig. I'm not sure whether she's still around, but given how rude she can be the baseball cannon could teach her a lesson or two in a very entertaining way."

That's what Gadget deserves for judging him, anyway. She probably isn't here anymore, but she deserves it nonetheless. Also it's such a silly thing to do that Mac doesn't even need Price to tell him to do it, honestly.

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"What the hell, dude, that's totally disproportional to being annoying." Mac looks offended and appalled, then just as quickly shifts to amped on the idea. He's only really capable of holding one thought at a time in his head, and, well, the idea of putting something into a cannon that isn't supposed to be put into a cannon is patently entertaining. "We should trick her into volunteering to go into the cannon."

At first he's surprised to hear the objection. To be fair Sam didn't tell him in what way he finds Mac unlikeable, so he might have morals, but then Price is quickly relieved to see that that is not the case.

"We hardly have anything to motivate that course of action, based on my interactions with her and the current situation. Have you spoken to her recently? I haven't seen her in a while."

Not that he's ever seen Gadget in person, or he would've stomped on her stupid tiny body.

"Nah, dude. I'm trying this new life philosophy where if you're under five-foot-three, I pretend you don't exist. You barely make the cutoff." Mac raises his hand to about five feet off the ground to illustrate. "It's great for ignoring women and wimps."

He looks at his cafeteria tray and starts to scheme. Mac loves a good scheme. It's invariably more fun to plot and anticipate and get excited for whatever hijinx await than to actually succeed at the plan, or at least, that's what Mac assumes, as he has yet to really succeed at any plan.

"We could lure her with food."

Price is many bad things - most of them, actually, but not an idiot.

"Well...I had an argument with her, so she doesn't trust me. You are going to have to do it."

"No problemo, dude. I've got natural charisma. Animals and old people love me." Mac shimmies his shoulders in a little exaggerated preen. "Mice like cheese, right? So let's just get some spray cheese from the cafeteria and spray a trail for her into cannon."

Hah. Stupid mouse.

"I regularly do chores in the kitchen, I can provide you some proper solid cheese this evening."

There, he made it look like he's actually going to contribute. And Mac was the one that was nicest to him, so far, so he believes his point is proven.

Mac

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