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[thetankisalie]

[public]

I'm taking the day off work.

Cyborg problems.

You know how it is.

Or not, I guess.

Anyway. They're bad. So don't come see me. I'm fine, of course, obviously, I just don't want to freak any of you out. That's all.

[private, so hackable it hurts]

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[sobs and punches the mirror]

Comments

[airgeargaigar]

Oh, cyborg problems, yeah, I know how that i--

[airgeargaigar]

Actually, I can't think of any problems I have with that...

[thetankisalie]

Yeah, mine aren't usually that bad, but I-

*shoots self in the foot*

Oh.

Huh.

That's new.

[nagatodotexe]

No it is not.

[thetankisalie]

I'm pretty sure I would remember shooting myself in the foot!

[nagatodotexe]

It has been verified that the last time you shot yourself in the foot was two months, six days, twenty-three hours, and five minutes ago.

[thetankisalie]

...

No it wasn't.

[nagatodotexe]

Plus or minus 19.57 seconds.

[thetankisalie]

Nuh uh.

[nagatodotexe]

Your memory is faulty.

[thetankisalie]

Is not.

[nagatodotexe]

A defragmentation of your brain is recommended.

[thetankisalie]

Th-There's nothing wrong with my brain!

[airgeargaigar]

Are you okay!? *tries to take gun from him*

[thetankisalie]

Oh yeah, I'm fine, I can't feel anything. Psychologically, however, I've been completely traumatized.

*hands it over*

[airgeargaigar]

Do you need to see a doctor or... or a mechanic or anyone?