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Please say a command. Blaargh.
Command not recognized. Please say a command. Blaaarrhgh.
Contacts. Please choose. Blaarrrghghhhhh.
Modify. Please say a name. Blaaaahahahrhhrrhrhhggh.
From that random string of terrible zombie impersonation, my phone just so happened to want to modify the name of a person I 'met' on the internet a long while ago. Never actually met her before, due to dueling schedules, and hadn't even attempted any get-togethers since EARLY february. I had completely forgotten the fact that she existed in that span of time. (Also, her name doesn't contains absolutely none of the letters: B, l, h, or arrrgh)
So, since she seemed interested in derby the first few times, I texted her the following:
Hmm, lemme guess. You're in lynnwood all day, you're wearing black and purple [ed: CarnEvil's team colors], and you don't have any particular plans this evening?
Her response:
At first I thought the accuracy was a little creepy, but... Goth. Yes, that is essentially correct.
Pointlessly long story now frustratingly short; I dragged (rather, she drug herself with me and friends in tow) a new person to derby today! And I actually did need to modify her name; I had it spelled wrong.
Either I actually am a god, or I just burned up a good couple years of pointless good luck tonight.