Eridan: Be free of your chip and your lunch.

[shellfish]

guhhh wwhy didnt anyone tell me this chip removvalin business wwould make you nauseated
i just ugh
sol
hey sol
are you sick too?

> Sollux: You cannot respond! You are too busy throwing up into the load gaper.

ewwwwww dont do that
noww im goin-

> Eridan: You find yourself vomiting into a frying pan. What the hell is a frying pan? You don't know. It is now disgusting.

fuck you eriidan.

[ooc; both Sollux and Eridan had their chips removed and feel a little under the weather. Nothing big will happen until later in the week with Sollux... but it will only affect those within range of Sollux. .D.b]

Comments

[lonelyglub.livejournal.com]

Good to knoww that wwe're not dead then. Or I wwas goin to go kick Wworths ass.

[biwinning]

You wouldn't be able to. You'd be dead.

[Sigh, why are you such a fucking handful, Eridan.]

[lonelyglub.livejournal.com]

I'm sure theres somewway to wwill a corpse to kick his shady ass.

Howw long do you think wwe'll havve to stay here?

[biwinning]

What do you mean?

[lonelyglub.livejournal.com]

Well, I mean exactly wwhat I asked.

Wwe're not supposed to be rough hivvin wwith the incision and all.

[biwinning]

[Sollux just stares at Eridan for a moment before remembering he doesn't care about any word that leaves Eridan's mouth. So he just turns on his side and decides to go to sleep. On the floor.]

[lonelyglub.livejournal.com]

[Wow how rude. But sleep sounds like a good thing about now. Goodnight Sollux.]

[biwinning]

[Goodnight, douchefin.]