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The doctor is in. In the bar, that is-- sitting at the bar, rubbing his eyes with tiredness and drinking what appears to be an extremely intense energy drink. He's left his microscopic goggles on, absent-mindedly.

Someone might want to let him know why the table appears to be so close.

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"Um..."

He's at a loss, then.

"Well, anyway, this is kind of like a club... I mean... basically, we sit around and talk about our common interests. In this case... evil deeds."

Pause.

"... why?"

"Because..." he sputters.

"Solidarity!"

"But..."

Maybe Elle has mildly experienced a sort of being-an-experiment solidarity.

But she's not much for the concept generally.

"- what if they - just want to know about you?"

There's a second part of this, but to Elle, it should be obvious.

... To Dr. Horrible, it's not at all obvious. So, he goes with:

"What, you mean like... a psychologist?"

He blinks.

"... to take you out."

Which could also be a psychologist She doesn't know.

"... oh."

He coughs awkwardly. "Well, I wouldn't know about that. Don't date, really."

"To kill you."

It is getting harder and harder for her to associate 'evil' with this guy.

Well... he's undercover, of course.

"Oh. Well. Then."

He considers this. "The thing is... I could definitely take out any of the other guys in the League, if they tried something like that. But, I don't know. There's a code."

"With people you... don't work with?"

She might sound more than a little dubious. Of course, she's never really had a 'code' even with the people she does work with.

"Yeah. That's how it works."

He looks at her. "Got a problem with codes?"

She shrugs one shoulder.

"I like not being dead."

Maybe it's more of a problem with trust.

"I think that's usually safe to say."

Easily enough, "I think it means not having a code."

After a moment:

"Let's just put it this way. If anyone broke the code, Bad Horse would get very angry."

"Oh."

If this is supposed to have an ominous effect, it doesn't seem to have worked on Elle.

But then again, this would likely be the case even if it involved something not as vague as 'bad horse.'

Hey, it's a title. Dr. Horrible tries again:

"Yeah. He's pretty bad."

"And a horse."

Maybe this guy's world is just really, really weird.

You could say that.

"Yeah. That's correct."

"So..."

Okay, Elle doesn't know much about what horses do. She's pretty much left with, "... does he... trample you or something?"

"Uh... probably."

Beat. "I wouldn't want to find out."

"That would be bad."

She's not smooth enough to keep a straight face while saying it.

"He's in charge of your... club thing?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"So you're an evil scientist and you work for a horse."

Beat. "A bad one."

She actually doesn't sound amused now. The whole idea seems kind of whimsical, even if it's not very accurate.

Oh, it's quite accurate.

"What about it?"