[ Failed lock ]

[moarpower]

Here's to Sparda's return and the good boy I've been.

Cheer up, Dad. It's not like I was successful. So your favourite son is a goddamned lunatic... and there is no reason for it. Nope. I think Vergil died with mu... Eva.

And I am not drunk, you bastards. I had a tiny, tiny sip, because I hate the filth! That is your son failing again. Nothing to

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[loyal_credo]

...

[moarpower]

Hey, it's you.

[loyal_credo]

... it is.

Are you going to be all right Son of Spa-Vergil?

[rocklikeacock]

don't mind him, he's just pouting.

[rocklikeacock]

Okay, dude.

No more for you.

[rocklikeacock]

Why, are you?

[moarpower]

...Charming!

[moarpower]

Birthday? I don't even do anything for my brother (Except maybe stab him). I certainly wouldn't do anything for some dude, who is telling me to gtfo of his planet.

[ OUCH. I see, LMAO. I think I maybe read the log, actually. ]

[britishbox]

...Try not to do yourself any harm.

[moarpower]

I'd only heal!

[britishbox]

Yes... but probably only after vomiting about ten times. Seriously, now, Vergil.

[moarpower]

I'm on a vacation, Liquid. Isn't that, like, what people, you know. Do?

AGNUS IS READY TO RUN THE HELL AWAY, JUST IN CASE

[lol_angels]

What an exhibition.

[moarpower]

It still lurks, I seee.

[lol_angels]

I think you're even more coherent in this state, Vergil.

[moarpower]

... And I still hate you in this state, servant.