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[trancheuse]

"Oh come on, you can't seriously expect me to respond to every one of these stupid messages that these idiots..."
*BEEP*

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[trancheuse]

Listen here, dumb dumb. I'm not kidding.
I don't care what you can feel through that stupid thread of yours.
By the way, nice place you're at. You realize I can sense exactly where you stay most nights, don't you? Handy intel, if I gave a rat's behind.

I haven't done anything to myself since half-way through rapture.
Ever since I ate that slug, I don't need to do anything.
I'm just a bad mama jamma here.

[Translation. She did something. A month ago.]

[mrsnesbitt]

[shit fuck he forgot about that]

Extremely bold of you to assume I haven't moved to avoid you knowing that, Larxene.

You ate what?

[trancheuse]

Like I really believe you're smart enough to plan ahead like that. Your cowgirl friend? Maybe. You, nope.

A slug. Whole and alive. Properly disgusting but oh you should have felt the power it gave me. Never run out of plasmid juice to protect the kiddies with.

[mrsnesbitt]

[........................ok that's fair, but he still feels a little annoyed about it!]

You're going to call me stupid then unironically talk about how you ate a slug for power in the same breath?

[trancheuse]

Worked, didn't it? All five plasmids fully at my disposal. Nobody's screwing with a little sister when I'm around. I'll fry them and send them to heck.

Slug eating for the win.

[mrsnesbitt]

Yeah, and the fact it feels like your stupid fleshy organic body is about to fall apart through the string has nothing to do with that, right?

[buzz was about to warn her that he's in the process of tugging his arm off, something that's not hard or a bother for him at all, but...

you know what? he deletes the message and yanks it off, assuming this will disconnect him from her. he can work with one arm, whatever.]

[trancheuse]

[About an hour later, a message, a single message, came through his way. It was set not to receive replies, so he'd have to go out of his way to bother replying to her if he really wants.]

Do that again, and I'm going to plug myself into the nearest electric chair or light socket and see how much voltage I can handle. And trust me. It's a lot. Are we clear?

I can't remove the slug, you idiot, so whatever it's doing to me? You're obviously stuck with it because the thread's still there. So make peace with it and put your damned arm back in.