So I smashed one of the little winged bastards with a book. Didn't kill it, but I knocked it out of the air.
[Amanda is standing in her room, one arm crossed tightly over her chest while her free hand holds her communicator out before her. Unfortunately, this attempt to hide the effects of this flood doesn't obscure the fact that her (as per usual)
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He noticed Jill.
He's a man. He noticed chests. It felt in some perverse way like ogling his mother but he noticed so there is an accidental mash of keyboarding.]
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[Then. In text because there's no way he can retract that.]
I am sorry
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my communicator is covered in apple pie.
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Go to hell
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This is karma, isn't it. This is because I coveted Jill's figure. Goddammit!
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[stop. Hoffman. Stop.]
that didn't come out right
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I hate apple pie. Any other pie. Fuck being fat I could handle it but I hate, hate, hate apple pie.
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[She feels there's a difference between her looking at Jill because she wanted a similar figure, and looking out of sexual impulses.]
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Besides. I would never have done anything.
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[Jill was an angel too good for this world, Hoffman! HOW DARE YOU!]
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[You can almost feel the quotation marks]
Just because you're living in this...fuck...if I even want to think about your...doesn't mean the rest of us weren't thinking about it. I'm a guy though Amanda. Sometimes guys can't help it.
I would not have done anything to Jill. Take my word for it.
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[Truefacts man.]
There are limits to even what I'd-
[There is a MASSIVE keyboard mash then. One of the fairies tried to throw another frozen pie before him and he batted it away so that it switches to video.
Amanda now has a clear view of Hoffman who looks almost like a walking mound of pie goo.]
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