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[windykind]

hey tower!
so, i know all of you are still reeling from that wicked party willow and aradia threw a little ways back.
(and it was awesome, you should be reeling.)
but do you know what?
there's going to be another party soon, and you all are invited. oh yes.
floor four, this friday -- that's three days from now.
all you gotta bring is yourself and a desire to PAR-TAY.

also, this friday is my birthday, but i totally understand if you can't find presents.
i mean, i don't know about you, but disembodied heads really aren't on the top of my wish list.

Comments

[restitchtime]

Sorry, I'm the only one in my session with a fully working one. I'm pretty much honor-bound to keep it so nobody goes banging into spiked walls or something.

[windykind]

jweeeellll theeeen
giiive meeeveryoonee eeeelseees beeeaaaaiiiiiiinnnnnnnssssss ssssss
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[restitchtime]

Get them yourself, you lazy fuck. I'm not your zookeeper.

[windykind]

WOW RUDE
oh, wait.
i mean.
brain braaaaaiiiiinnnnnns

[restitchtime]

Good job on keeping the masquerade up. I'm sure that you've got all the viewers at home fooled.

[windykind]

the network said they're all as smart as goldfish, i think we're ok.

[restitchtime]

Probably, but the five seconds in between now and when they forget are going to be hell on earth.

[windykind]

oh, yeah, you're right.
maybe they'll even have time to pull up their blog to complain.

[restitchtime]

They do that and you're fucked. Posts on the internet never die.

[windykind]

true.
but by that point five seconds will have passed and all they would have put on the internet is "durrrrrrr".

[restitchtime]

That depends entirely on how fast of a typist we're dealing with.

[windykind]

true.
for all i know, there could be a massive discussion on a message board right now.
i'm a failure as an actor, rose.
i can't go on.

[restitchtime]

You could always do what all the other shitty b-stars do and take a long walk off a short bridge.

[windykind]

or find another job.
hmm, do you think i can be auto-tuned well enough to sing?

[restitchtime]

Your squeaky voice isn't something even autotune can fix. Trust me.

[windykind]

hey, my voice isn't squeaky!

[restitchtime]

You put frat boys on helium to shame, Egbert. That's just how it is.