According to my calculations ... it's 18/01, evening. Roughly ... 21:00. Yes, that's about 1440 minutes after what I remember last.
So tell me, am I correct?
Hmph. You'd think with the infinitely advanced technology on their hands, they could have fixed my back, but noooo. Of course not. Zetta sons of digits
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Oh, so you'd prefer to waste my time talking at me? [lawl she's just being pissy because. no. fucking. way. there are youma here nowai.
But pause this doesn't help her figure anything out and she really does want to know who this other killer is, for daring to hunt in her territory.] ...are you planning on doing anything about this?
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Nope.
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Sigh.] Ah... that is really a little tempting, all things considered.
...still, are you quite sure that it--they-- were after your guts?
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[...] Hmm, I suppose not. No, I don't suppose you would taste any good at all...[She sounds a bit distracted, trailing off.]
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I doubt it. Noise never struck me as zetta tasty.
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Oh, I can't imagine anyone developing a taste for garbage, really, but I suppose these things are a matter of personal taste. Either way, you'd probably give someone quite the stomachache.
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[He merely laughs at the thought.]
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Then I suppose we ought to be on the lookout for anyone looking particularly sickly over the network~ I could almost feel sorry for them. [Only semi-joking.]
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