MCP: “I was planning to hit the Pentagon next week.”
Dillinger: “Look, as long as you do your job, I don’t care what kind of romancing you do in your spare time, Master C.”
MCP: “…I said ‘hit the Pentagon’. Not 'hit on the Pentagon’.”
Dillinger: “Oh. Right.”
“hit the Pentagon” could also mean to score with it in a sexy way, I guess. In the same sense as, “I’d hit that”
(not that any of this slang would be in the MCP’s usual vocabulary, lol)
also: apparently, there was a time when this rarepair was not completely nonexistent
but alas, lost to time, like tears in rain… farts in wind… shit in a mudslide
(edit: ok yeah that particular fic was about CLU and the Pentagon. with only an apparent incidental mention of any similar behavior by the MCP. Or so we can only guess. Ah, lost media…)
Dillinger: “what do you want with the Pentagon?”
MCP: “our relationship is strictly Platonic”
Dillinger: “…Platonic…? Oh. Right. Because you’re both simple geometric shapes. You’re probably having whole orgies of Platonic solids in there.”
Octahedron: “YES!”