[voice;]

[swwag]

I don't know about anyone else in this gutter, but I'm gettin' pretty damn tired a bein' trapped inside while some wannabe emperor sics plaguebeasts all fuckin' nilly-willy on us. It's an insult to people a my bloodline - legitimate conquerors.

[lots of bird noises. every once in a while there's a sharp crack like lightning or, you know, wwhite

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[hasgonehonkers]

[He still seems stoned.]

Uh, I can all up and motherfuckin' help you, bro. Think I got some motherfuckin' shit I need to make up for with you, if I really was all up at doing what I've seen of my motherfuckin' own old badself anyway.

Voice

[swwag]

Alright, you're probably fuckin' useless compared to your other self and I still want to slit you open, but I suppose I can be merciful in the face a these circumstances.

You're my human shield when we attack.

Voice /FOREVER REDOING EVERYTHING EVER

[hasgonehonkers]

Uhhh, don't know how good of a motherfuckin' shield I'll be up at making, but okay, brother, I suppose I all motherfuckin' can do it.

Where the motherfuck all do you need me to be up at when we all motherfuckin' get up at attacking?

Voice IT'S COOL BB

[swwag]

I'll decide a meeting place for us to get debriefed.

Actually, I could use a shield for this ewenin'. You don't hawe anythin' better to do. Are you willin'?

voice;

[enigmaestro]

I'm far more keen on poisoning the buggers. Especially the pigeons. That's my official, if albeit spiteful, suggestion if you're listening, Mitch.

[Beat.]

Where are you, outside?

[Eridan will be cleaning off that house, let me tell you.]

voice;

[swwag]

Poisonin'? Goddamn, Ed, hawe some imagination.

[pause. krakow.]

Out front.

voice;

[enigmaestro]

I have more imagination than you can possibly comprehend. You don't understand the types of chemists we have here, Eridan. Whereas your solution is shooting the damn things, that's boring.

Typical.

voice;

[swwag]

Unless you're somehow makin' 'em burst into flames or dissolwe, it's borin'. Poison is only interestin' when you're usin' somethin' slow-actin' and agonizin' against someone you personally loathe.

[scoff, Eddie. SCOFF.]

You were expectin' somethin' else? I'm gettin' target practice in.

[swwag]

I'm the only person a birth as noble as mine.

[HUFF being so noble is obviously so hard.]

I know it is. That's why I suggested it.

[swwag]

If I knew that, he'd be dead already.

We'we got to do a little footwork and figure it out ourselwes.

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[disillusionists]

[ who else could this be. seriously. ]

Color me impressed.

[swwag]

dont wworry i wwill

[trying so hard to be aloof. so hard.]

[disillusionists]

Do you plan to lead this attack against the cementland creatures of the City?

[swwag]

a course not
theres a leader somewwhere in the city and wwith the fuckin spectacular number a you fakemages runnin around one a you can fake up some wway to find him and call it magic as per usual
or wwe can do it the sensical wway and just look for him
either wway its not as fuckin difficult as evveryone is makin it out to be

[ voice; ]

[afriendtosell]

[ Snickering. ]

Oh, say that last bit again Gov'. You've got me practically in stitches.

[ voice; ]

[swwag]

I don't hawe time to waste on amusin' the consorts a fake sorcery.

[ voice; ]

[afriendtosell]

Haven't played a game of how's your father with anyone since I been here, so you're going to have to enlighten me, Squire.

Who's a consort to who, now?

[ voice; ]

[swwag]

Regardless a my hawin' no idea what the hell you're talkin' about, I'm referrin' to your bein' one a the many charlatan mages roamin' around here spreadin' the lies a magic.

Which doesn't exist.