THESE PODS MAKE ME ILL. IF THEY DON'T STOP MALFUNCTIONING SOON... ARGH, I'M GOING TO LOSE MY HEAD. AGAIN.
CAN'T WE JUST TAKE THEM IN- OH, WAIT, SOMEONE TRIED THAT, DIDN'T THEY.
I SUPPOSE I SHOULD HEAD TO THE APARTMENT NOW...OR NOT.
I DON'T REALLY WANT TO RUN THE RISK OF BOTHERING MY ROOMMATE...
ON THE UPSIDE, I HAVE...REGROUPED WITH CERTAIN...PERSONS. I'VE SO FAR MANAGED TO IRRITATE BOTH THE WRIGHT GIRL AND MR. FIVEHEAD, SOMEHOW ALMOST BEFRIEND A VERY BEFUDDLED PHOENIX, AND MAKE CONTACT WITH ONE PHALLUS-HAIRED ROCKER. OH, JOY.
DON'T MAKE ME MENTION MY BROTHER. I'M NOT SPEAKING ABOUT THAT.
I NEED TO BRANCH OUT, THIS IS GETTING STRANGE.
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STRANGER THAN BEFORE.