Forty-Fourth
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[The microphone sudden clicks on, followed by a frustrated sounding Cissnei]
This is going to be much harder than I thought.
Can't even attempt to type...
[There is a sudden crash of breaking glass]
MY JUICE! Why do they make glasses impossible to hold...
[ooc: As per her bargain with the deities, Cissnei has lost most of the functions in her hands. They're asleep most of the time, so typing is impossible. XD Feel free to laugh at her lack of juice.]