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I've been here for a little while now, and I'm still not sure what's going on. It's like something more bizarre happens every day. Apparently the sprinklers of my hotel went off, but it was on a lower floor and I can't be too mad about that. Though my main concern... I'd like to know why my toaster was full of attempted murder and rage this morning for breakfast. Beat wasn't even in the kitchen, so all logical explanation fails at the moment. I've heard similar stories about murderous objects and I even had to beat Shiki's Piggy over the head until it stopped. Seriously. What the hell kind of place is Manhattan?! Whoever thinks I'll ever take a vacation to America is out of their damn mind. I'm going to get out of here before this place really goes to hell. Well... if this isn't already hell. I guess it depends on your definition of hell. For me? This pretty much takes the cake. I can't believe I used to think that Shibuya sucked.
[[there is a brief pause, followed by a sigh.]]
I heard all those missing people came back to Manhattan. I actually kind of wish that I'd been able to help a little... I, uhm... I mean, it's good that no one got really hurt, I guess. Seems like you all had a rough week.
Uhm... I kind of feel like doing something or going out. Any suggestions?
[[there is a brief pause, followed by a sigh.]]
I heard all those missing people came back to Manhattan. I actually kind of wish that I'd been able to help a little... I, uhm... I mean, it's good that no one got really hurt, I guess. Seems like you all had a rough week.
Uhm... I kind of feel like doing something or going out. Any suggestions?