“M-My face ain’t red! You’re delusional! I’m fine!”
Are you sure about that?
You look as red as a potato right about now!
“M-My face ain’t red! You’re delusional! I’m fine!”
Are you sure about that?
You look as red as a potato right about now!
…Ugh. I’m thankful that the Magic Anon has finally worn off.
I don’t think I stopped throwing up last night.
I was listening to Internet Radio and a remixed version came on, so I went and looked up the lyrics
Well, long story short, they reminded me of you. Poor you.
| Sick. You have a Stomach Flu and the symptoms are diarrhea, nausea, and vomiting. Have fun!~ | ||
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[Poof.]
O-Oh sweet Morodia.
I’m going to be sick…
[Purge ran off into a bathroom. If you paid attention, you could hear the sounds of someone vomiting.]
“Ah, well, I get to assist someone in making their life a bit better. Is that not enough for me? Consider me nothing more than a… good Samaritan! So please, I am perfectly capable of making your life a lot more… interesting than it is right now!”
Really now? All right, I like the sounds of where this is going. Sign me up, Max!
[He grinned. There really needed to be more good Samaritans in the galaxy.]
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Oh, well, if your bedroom’s open, then I’ll enjoy talking to you until you decide to retire~Actually, I have heard of a few, but you’re the most narcissistic of all. (She smiles at him) Except there’s one teeny, tiny little fact you forgot— you’re not a god. You’re a human. Inept, incapable, worthless human. You’re letting power confuse you for something better, Purge. Just like all the other “gods” out there.
We won’t need to go to my bedroom for talking.
W-What? No… I’m not human. I’m a god! I’ve never been human, never! You’re lying to me!
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