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[transmit]

HELLO

"You've reached Elysium! Lost? Need an ear? I'm your guy! I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

GOODBYE

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inventory bc i don't know where else to put this:

cursed chihuahua papers

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[ STOP

WHACKS HER BACK!!!! ]

Can you stop being stubborn for once? For two seconds?

[ but also he's trying to immobilise her now with his limbs I guess we're using all four now. bye to the perfectly peeled bandage. ]

[paenitete]

Ow!

[ this is so funny he sounds like her now. she slaps his back but it has no weight behind it because she's drunk. ]

Don't hit me!

[paenitete]

[ WAIT IT GOT WORSE!!! SHE'S FIGHTING THIS!!! ]

Aren't you supposed to have a fever?!

[transmit]

Is a fever supposed to be enough to take out an operator?

[

Don't answer that. ]

Two—! Seconds—!

[ RAHHHHHH ]

[paenitete]

[ this is going to continue until one of them gives up or thorns breaks them up ]

[transmit]

[ yeah

or he just keels over five minutes in ]

[paenitete]

[ fine she gives up first

she went through the bostco parking lot for this ]

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[ needs a second because he is pathetically winded

once again tries to peel a bandage… fails. their only hope continues to be thorns. ]