Sonnet 002

[failingmercury]

A void yearneth within mine innards, a gnawing lack of life-giving sustenance. Where is the dining hall 'pon this beast of metal and yawing step?

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[forniisan]

Youuuuuu talkkkk funnnyyyyy.

[failingmercury]

My lord?

[forniisan]

There's food by the baaaaar, funnyyy mannnn.

[failingmercury]

The tempo of thy voice art inharmonious. Art thou hale, sir?

[meinxxherz]

Huh-Hey, Mercutio. I could--could show you were the food i-is.

[failingmercury]

Gentle Herz, good morrow, good morrow. Fare thee well?

'twould be an honour and joy to dine with thee, sir.

[meinxxherz]

...No, I--I'm not really faring well.

Anyways, I--I'll--I'll come get you? I mean, you--you're in your room, right?

[failingmercury]

If thy heart be heavy, 'tis the truth of heart to share its burden with another, for a burden shared is burden halved and joy shared be joy doubled.

Aye, gentle Herz, I shall await thee in my chamber.

[shesagift]

There's sushi.

[failingmercury]

Sushi? I ken thee not.

[shesagift]

Raw fish.

[failingmercury]

The broiling deep hath much in the way of fish, aye.