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Eridan: Be free of your chip and your lunch.
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]
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]
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low cla22, low liife2pan, low everythiing.
tra2h for the blue blood2, cannon fodder at be2t.
that an2wer your que2tiion?
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iit'2 the the voiice2 of the iimmiinently decea2ed.
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riight before they diie.
wiithiin the 2pan of two uniiver2e.
yeah.
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[ he's not one to apologize, or empathize for that matter. but he does know what supernatural horrors are like. deep down. in his brain. where there is one, supressing that.
(hooray?) ]
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yeah whatever.
don't get all piityiing on me dude.
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wait until he learns about that oh man ]
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