Eighty-Eighth Matrix {Voice}

[whatthefactor]

Aaaaauuuuugh, can you decahedrons be any more dull?! It's bad enough that I'm stuck in here, but there's |nothing| else going on. Not even the typical garbage. Someone "accidentally" post themselves getting subtracted or subtracting or multiplying or being attacked or I don't know. JUST DO SOMETHING. Entertain me. At this rate, I'm going to die of

Comments

[3_hat_day]

Die of boredom, huh? Damn, that WOULD be a shame.

[whatthefactor]

And a really lame means of elimination.

[3_hat_day]

Can't let that happen.

[whatthefactor]

No, no we can't.

[3_hat_day]

And hey! I've got an idea!

[whatthefactor]

Is that so?

[3_hat_day]

Oh yeah! I bet you'll just looooooove it.

[whatthefactor]

... Oh yeah? As long as I'm not bored, I don't give a digit.

[3_hat_day]

What's your hospital room, mate?

[whatthefactor]

314.

[3_hat_day]

-The tinking sound you're hearing against your window some time later, Sho, are rocks being thrown by Joseph from below.-

[whatthefactor]

[... if Joseph breaks a window, Sho is not going to get bitched out for it. He will limp come down there and drag you by the collar. Or try.]

[3_hat_day]

-That's his goal, after all.-

[whatthefactor]

[Instead of going downstairs--it's too much effort with a fractured leg--he hobbles over to the window and opens it.]

Now what?

[3_hat_day]

-Oh, did that last one (almost?) bean you in the forehead? So sorry.-

You're not gonna do much while still in there, bro.

[whatthefactor]

[Almost, but he barely manages to dodge.]

Yeah, I know. Depends if it's going to be worth the function of time.