[27.00: I'm back~]

[psychoticracer]

Ugh... motherFUCKER.... feel like I got run over by a fucking Blast Bot...

Razer, y'want that drink still? I'm game.

[text]

Akagi. Didn't skip out on you. Meet you tonight. Where do you want it.

[audio again]

All of you who thought to mess with me while I was sick... I saw that.

Don't think you can get away with it anymore.

Be seeing you

Comments

[waywardassassin]

I feel the same way. I'm hunting for a pint of Guinness at the moment.

[psychoticracer]

Ah. Must've hit you hard too, I gather.

I don't even fucking REMEMBER most of...

If I don't hear from Razer I'll track you down. What's "Ginnes?"

[waywardassassin]

It did. I recall a lot of hallucinating, but not what I hallucinated. That Castrilli bitch, I remember.

I'll be waiting. "Guinness" is a brand of beer my country manufactures-the best brand.

[psychoticracer]

Hm. I... don't really recall much.

And what I do remember, I don't want to.

You'll have to show me what it looks like. Written language is different where I come from, so... it's difficult to decipher labels.

[waywardassassin]

Nor do I, and I think it's best that way.

It looks like this.

[Text]

GUINNESS

[/text]

Just look for a bottle with that on it.

[psychoticracer]

Ah, I see.

Much obliged.

[Cadence is indeed useful to know...]

[waywardassassin]

Have fun.