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"oh, Christ. that brainslug is on him AGAIN. should I bat it off? it has to be someone else's turn, I've been slapping it off him all night. how much Shakespere can one brainslug absorb, anyway? it's bad enough I have to fend off hordes of them around Stephen, I shouldn't have these brainslug troubles here... sod it. Jesse, it's your turn"
(I commited more lame-ass "art earlier ... genderswapped Mash sims. it's been a full, rich day)