When you're done, switch. If you even suspect it's wrong, tell me."They picked them up and immediately set them back down. "Eww! Greasy." Of course th...y're greasy. They've been packed in cosmoline. Cosmoline is your friend ... it's keeping the rifles from rusting. Rusting is bad. Cosmoline is good. The rifles were placed in barrels of hot cosmoline and let stand for a few minutes ... unless the workers were going to lunch. When we get the rifles apart you can tell me if the workers went to. She loved being a mom but sometimes the repetition of the days had her longing for some excitement. When the opportunity came up to attend the conference, she had mixed feelings. How would her family survive with her being away for five days? It was very disruptive to her schedule and she felt a little nervous about traveling. On the other hand, how exciting it would be to do something different. To be able to forget about her domestic responsibilities for a few days and be treated like a. “What the fuck!?” Dylan exclaimed. “Who are you!?”“I am the user interface for the Master PC programme,” the girl replied.“User interface?”“Yes, Dylan. I added in as part of the version 10 patch, as it was determined that I was a quicker and more enjoyable input method than sliders and text boxes.”“This is a fucking joke, right? I mean, no offense, but you’re not some user interface. What, are you stood on a green screen or something?”“Dylan, I can assure you that I am no joke. I am the user. "Good! I can't imagine how scary that must have been, especially with what you went through before."Di had been terrified as well as furious, and wanted to talk to someone about it other than Jason. She looked up to blink back the tears that filled her eyes. "C-can I tell you something?" Oh, Di, of course," Michelle sighed into the phone."I know Jason cares about me. He'd never do anything like that." Di stalled trying to find the words to say what she was feeling. "So why do I feel so guilty?".