🚀 go-pugleaf

Seeing as how it has lain fallow, I do not imagine that M shall be
responding any time soon to your inquiry, H760, as to the operating
difference between the two of us, and I suppose it fitting that I
should post an answer and explanation as it is I who posits the two
of us as "separate but equal"; I do not believe that M cares a scant
iota should you wish to believe that an identity function is in place
here.  M may very well be correct, as it may not have a huge impact
on the "washoutcome" if you feel M to be attempting to assume the role
of con artist or, as you would have it, simple and tiresome liar, and
working through a Sybil split of dramatic pretention.  Regardless,
some simple points: M believes the world of you, and, as a result,
spends much time in a fog of paranoia certain that the person sitting
at the table in the corner who happened to glance up did no such thing
and is taking detailed notes on what food is being ingested for any
"ammo" files you may yet have lying about, cluttering your state-funded
account.  This gives M, I suspect, a good deal of self-grandeur and
self-aggrandization with which to wile away the hours of unproductivity
which is otherwise spent with the more trivial and mundane aspects
of unproductivity, such as inventing psychiatric and physiological
explanations for an inability to speak in anything but inarticulate
and noncommittal grunts, if even that.  M also toils to maintain an
accurate and up-to-date HUNIATZ file, though mostly that involves,
as you correctly conjecture, scanning the dailies on the exceedingly
remote chance that spotting your name in a police blotter or political
untidiness in the international arena; as a result of this, M knows
more, and will "waffle" on far longer, than one might wish M to about
the complications of the Royal Family; Princess Diana has even come
to be referred to as "poor dear", a grating condescension.

However, perhaps M may no longer be a factor in this breezy list, in
which case I might readily return this account, as there have been
no sightings of our beloved hero since late Friday afternoon, sometime
around 18.00 EDT, when M struck me for no clear reason while sputtering
inchoately about "never leaving operatives out in the open" and promising
revenge.  I do not profess to understand this statement, nor, truthfully,
do I care to; still, I suspect that the blow was not intended for me.

Juniper Sage