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[beul]

Okay. So. Let me get this straight. You have no actual fucking desire to play me in a "game", and yet you're here testing me out? I mean, I get why you're here doing it. I'm a grade-fucking-A narrator, we've proven that. You need tips and shit. Aaaaaalright, just sit back and learn from the master.

Uh. Rule number one: none of this sentimental bull? If you ever start saying my eyes "sparkle" hand over the fucking reins.
Rule two: Do not, I repeat; do not throw my ass into things that'll end with me in the hospital. More than twice.
Rule............ shit.

Shit, where was I? No, don't pull that I know you know, now just fucking-

Fine, okay. Fine. Wrapping up, because conclusions are important so here we are. Concluding. Doing that general tying everything off thing stories are so good at because here we are, the end of this stupid, pointless thing that I still really don't know why you're getting it up and let me just say there wasn't much of a middle, there? I mean, there was a beginning, but no climax. So really this is the climax, not the end, even though it is an end. It's just a fake end. Thing.

Uh.

Look don't mess up. I'm done with this "Oh hey, it's Harry, let's mess with him" crap. I got my finger cut off by a door and then eaten by a dog.

... I'm taking a fucking vacation. Please, please, please don't ruin it?

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[vanshrike]

You've got no one to blame but yourself, chief. Your predilection for the kind of trouble that lands you back in the hospital isn't the fault of whichever mun-of-the-week you're pestering this time.

They can't possibly all be out for your blood.