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[lastpunchline]

City, time you and I had a little talk.

You know what's wrong with this place? It's the fact that you've got batshit little fuckers running around and just blathering about their private lives on the Network. First you get people like cancer girl sharing all about her personal struggle with the disease of the century, and then you've got every

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[favoritetraitor]

[Have a little gasp of toddler horror and shock.]

Aaaaaaaah!

[lastpunchline]

Go away before I shoot you, kid.

[favoritetraitor]

[And queue the waterworks. Shooting a little 3 year old. For shame~ XD]

... a...a... aaaaaaAAWWAAAAAAAAhhhhh!

[lastpunchline]

Don't you have a mommy to do this shit?

[favoritetraitor]

[A sniffly whisper of a reply.]
You said a BAD!

I has... four.

[lastpunchline]

When you get to my age no one cares anymore, kid.

Lesbians, huh?

[liveontoday]

Ah... not exactly.

[lastpunchline]

You the mom?

[liveontoday]

For today, it looks like. ... Or however long this lasts.

I'm sorry for that. He's really social. [REALLY social.]

[lastpunchline]

Right. You can say he talks too much.

[favoritetraitor]

Maman Saya let's me sleep in bed with her!

[lastpunchline]

Isn't that cute and incestuous, there. Does maman Saya have money for a therapist?

[favoritetraitor]

... what's a cestus an' a therpist?

[lastpunchline]

Go ask mommy. All four of them.

[favoritetraitor]

I don' know where Maman, an' Maman Diva, an' Maman 'Mishka are...

[favoritetraitor]

[The small child points an accusing finger at the box on the desk.]

Maman Saya... He said a bad!