100114-Lily-Doir

[07:44] -- galliardTartarologist [GT] began pestering galactoidArrival [GA] at 19:44 --

[07:44] GT: Yo.

[07:44] GT: Dad.

[07:44] GT: What's Teen Rilset's handle.

[07:44] GA: uh, hi

[07:45] GA: allegedchlorofiend

[07:45] GA: why?

[07:45] GT: Need Doir bodies.

[07:45] GT: I'll explain later.

[07:45] GA: um

[07:45] GT: Byeeeeee!

[07:45] GA: wait

[07:45] -- galliardTartarologist [GT] ceased pestering galactoidArrival [GA] at 19:45 --

 -- galactoidArrival [GA] began pestering galliardTartarologist [GT] at 19:45 --

[07:45] GA: ive got the code for- okay

[07:45] GT: Oh wait what.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:46] GA: yeah a while back i managed to get the code for my corpse from him

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:46] GT: Oh shit yes.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:46] GT: Gimme that.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:46] -- galactoidArrival [GA] sends doircorpsecode.txt --

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:46] GT: Awesome.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:46] GT: This makes things a whole lot easier.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:47] GA: um. what are you going to do with it.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:47] GT: Make a lot of them, then grind them up and eat them.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:47] GT: Dammit, I'll need a feeding tube.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:47] GA: um

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:47] GT: You wouldn't happen to have one of those on you, would you?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:47] GT: Seriously, this is going to make more sense after I do it.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:48] GT: Trust me.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:48] GA: no, i dont have a feeding tube

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:48] GT: Fuck.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:48] GT: Echhhh, I'm gonna have to force myself to eat like, 20 of the damn things. Hell if I know how many I need.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:49] GA: why... are you... going to eat me...?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:49] GA: twenty... twenty of me?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:49] GT: Gonna see if I can reverse this half-troll bullshit.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:49] GA: thirteen year old me? dead, probably mutilated and naked because null was a weirdo?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:49] GA: uh, im not sure thats how eating works

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:49] GT: Still you. Should probably still work.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:49] GT: It is if you're half-twink.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:51] GA: have fun, then?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:51] GT: Hopefully the cravings will kick in around the 3rd one or something and I'll start having fun, yeah.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:51] GT: Fucking Hell.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:52] GA: im gonna. go now. and uh. forget that my daughter is eating my dead corpses, and go on with my day now.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:52] GA: see you later?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:52] GT: Yeah. Yeah, that's probably a good idea.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:52] GT: See you later, Dad.

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