(AH FRICK I always miss posts)
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(His expression is unreadable, but he seems quietly fascinated.)
...Well god damn. An army of you, like that Björk song... Do you think the people who have cultivated you have a directive worth carrying out...?
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(His eyes widen, and he smiles genuinely.)
...Ohhhhh... Y-yes...! Yes, yes, i-it—... this—this will be a turning point for the both of us, a-assuredly it shall...!
(Excited wheezing. Have you ever seen a happier fat French crazyhobo?)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...Well... That just begs the question: is there a means of deriving the treatment while cutting out the middle-man...
(maybe you should, I don't know, INTONE YOUR FUCKING QUESTIONS AS SUCH YOU ASSHOLE)
...N-no, but...! You will, uhhhm... be—be reconvened with your family, yes...? Y-your kinfolk, a-and then, then... things will assuredly be, uhhhhm... looking up for you, a-and all will be well...
(Seems very sure of this, awkward speech patterns be damned.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019I don't think so. I don't know. It doesn't seem like there would be.
-He's been oddly monotone himself over the last few days, even for him-
...I do need it. I said no at first, so they stopped it for a week to show what it'd be like without it.
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I think it was a week. I don't know. Even with the treatment, it's hard to tell a lot of things anymore.
...Heh... If I were scientifically-inclined at all... Or clever in any way that didn't pertain to moving quickly, killing things or making terrible one-liners...
(Small, quiet sigh.)
Y-yes, trust me... It will...
(ey lookit, Savannah, it's that BIG FAT GUY who thinks he's GOD)
(Wheeeeeeze.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

What year is it, 2010?