forty-six beers

[shutupsammy]

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[ there is the sound of a scuffle in the background, the tenor pitch of Jamie Madrox' voice with tired, gravelly notes-- registering behind a lot of sobbing, and then the same voice, nearly the same voice, which sounds almost feverishly morose. ]He doesn't even care anymore! He doesn't love me for me, I just represent some bullshit

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voice

[71_chevelle]

What in th' name o' God's going on in there?! I can hear you from across th' hall!

voice

[shutupsammy]

BOBBY. Believe me. You don't even wanna know.

voice

[71_chevelle]

Try me.

voice

[shutupsammy]

I'm making more mes? Like, duplicating. Whenever I whack into something or something whacks me. One of me. Any one of me.

voice

[71_chevelle]

...more of you? You're makin' copies of yourself?

'Cause that's all we need...

voice

[shutupsammy]

Come on. Like that's the craziest shit you've ever heard out of my mouth before.

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[71_chevelle]

It ain't, but th' idea of copies of you's a little hard ta swallow.