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[queenofplastics]

God, I can already feel the pounds coming. I'm so going to kill her when I get back. Whatever. I need a shopping spree and a tall caramel fat-free frap. And a massage. Jesus.

[Some rustling as she pulls the device out of her purse. You can almost hear the frown. What kind of stupid piece of technology turns on like that? God, it must be so cheap.]

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[child_radical]

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[child_radical]

If I were you I'd stop running my mouth lest I anger the wrong person.

[queenofplastics]

Please. My parents bought me mace for a reason.

[child_radical]

Mace doesn't work on some of the people here.

[queenofplastics]

Everyone has eyeballs, doofus.

[child_radical]

But not everyone can level thirty city blocks on a bad day.

[queenofplastics]

I got it- we're surrounded by men in tights with super powers. This day can't get any worse.

[child_radical]

There's curses, monsters, and a pretty much inescapable barrier. And snobs, can't forget those.

[queenofplastics]

So we're screwed.

[child_radical]

You get used to it.

[queenofplastics]

I don't. Want to.

[child_radical]

Either you do or you die and get brought back as zombie.

[queenofplastics]

The hell are you even talking about.

[child_radical]

You die you get brought back as the living dead only without the decomposing and the hunger for living flesh. Also, being what we call "city-dead" prevents you from ever returning home.

That is unless somebody trades in their life to bring yours back.

[queenofplastics]

Ew. That's fucking disgusting.

[child_radical]

It's your reality from now on, get used to it.