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]

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[dontcallmegol.livejournal.com]

Yeah, really, we can let bygones be bygones eh?

Pops and his rivals used to get together and drink all the time. {Not that you're his rival or equal in any way, but... same-difference.}

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[lonelyglub.livejournal.com]

{voice}

[dontcallmegol.livejournal.com]

Sure. We'd fight pretty often. But there were times they showed up just to drink and chat with Pops. Course, those were only the ones strong enough to gain our respect. The others we just sunk.

... whenever you're not sick I guess...