1. Can I get your private number, because I’d like to date you outside of work?
2. Do you know such-and-such-girl on such-and-such-floor? If so, can you put in a good word for me? I think we’d be great together.
Of all the tales woven on these interwebz, few are more strange as that of Rhyan Scorpio-Rhys. Cursed, apparently, on the ferry to Isle of Staten during the Winter of our discontent for denying the existence of his hybrid Human/Muse progeny and compelled to forever navigate between the worlds of the Mundane and Mankind, and subsequently known in all the strange and wonderful lore of both realms as… HED (Hermetic, Extremely Dangerous).
If encountered, never feed from your bare hand.