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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..."
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[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.