i know youre there not in a stalkery im always watching you kind of way that was bros territory and im not about to set foot on that sacred ground more like in a youre a bored teenager on a spaceship with an intranet connection and no system of night and day how the fuck could you not be on your computer equivalent nigh constantly kind of way
did you get lost did you forget your communicator thing in your room i thought you were better than that but i guess now that we cant just gift of gab it up whenever we want youre slipping on me is that how it is are you slipping on me rose
welp i guess im officially talking to nothing nothing but the artificial blackness of your answering machine and now im likely to be eaten by a grue i hope youre happy about this turn of events and that you actually pick up these messages at some point you cant leave a dude hanging when hes about to feed the boogieman
Hello, you've reached Rose Lalonde. I'm sorry I can't take your messages right now, I'm too busy wandering the bowels of the ship, being torn apart by vicious beasts, or some combination of the two. Please leave an increasingly agitated string of messages, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you, and have an acceptable day.
also you type real well for a person getting digested by hellbeasts are you using the voice to text feature or were your dinner guests generous enough to leave your fingers for last
no wait voice to text would result in maybe two times more expletives and senseless screaming less pronouns too ok that means youve got your fingers quick rose type out your last words before they need toothpicks this might be your only chance
You're right. Why, oh why didn't I heed your warnings? If only I had listened, instead of wandering off by myself so soon after arriving, I could have kept all ten of my fingers. I certainly haven't been acquainting myself with the populated, secure part of the ship. That would just be unproductive and illogical.
well i was thinking about publishing a book and since youre the resident book aficionado cum expert i figured id ask you for pointers and shit and maybe permission considering you wrote it
[ let's face it, dave just wanted an excuse to throw cum expert in there somewhere ]
You're not publishing my book. If you have any of my writing in your possession I'd like it returned to me. I was always under the impression you were more inclined towards sick rhymes, anyway.
sure im a dope dealer for slam poet theater one who reads the tides of demand and supply but out in space capitalism aint got no root its all down to barter and trade or iou thats where YOU come in genre lit boners need paperbacks somethin to soothe em when they hit the sack sound of my voice is choice but i aint lulling the masses to climaxes ill leave that to your bearded old men and their magical asses
Well, the answer is no. No, you may not peddle my compositions to the public simply because the ship decided to put them in your locker. I should hope whoever wants my notebooks is offering something exceedingly valuable. Do you have anything else that belongs to me?
nah theyre mine now besides you wouldnt want to deprive a man of the only effective sleep aid hes got right picture it every night i lose a little more dignity to a ball of baby pink scarf guts why would you put an end to my self effacing battle against insomnia
what why wouldnt you have time for shenanigans thats like impossible were in space redux and your alien gf isnt even here if youve ever had time for my bs its now anyway ill hand off the journal intact and unread but im keeping the yarn
you can try to sleuth out answers sure other people more skilled than you have tried sherlock holmes was on this ship can you believe that he learned jack shit and drowned in a swimming pool so i guess my advice is dont look in pools for those answers k theyre not worth it
and well sucks to be that person and their unknit comm cozy then i prioritize my ability to catch some shut eye
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text; 1/???.
come in rose
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not in a stalkery im always watching you kind of way
that was bros territory and im not about to set foot on that sacred ground
more like in a youre a bored teenager on a spaceship with an intranet connection and no system of night and day
how the fuck could you not be on your computer equivalent nigh constantly kind of way
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did you forget your communicator thing in your room
i thought you were better than that
but i guess now that we cant just gift of gab it up whenever we want youre slipping on me
is that how it is
are you slipping on me rose
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i guess im officially talking to nothing
nothing but the artificial blackness of your answering machine
and now im likely to be eaten by a grue
i hope youre happy about this turn of events
and that you actually pick up these messages at some point
you cant leave a dude hanging when hes about to feed the boogieman
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I'm sorry I can't take your messages right now, I'm too busy wandering the bowels of the ship, being torn apart by vicious beasts, or some combination of the two.
Please leave an increasingly agitated string of messages, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
Thank you, and have an acceptable day.
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answering machines dont tell you to leave your message after the beep once the fucking message has already been left
2/???.
are you using the voice to text feature or were your dinner guests generous enough to leave your fingers for last
3/3.
voice to text would result in maybe two times more expletives and senseless screaming
less pronouns too
ok that means youve got your fingers
quick rose type out your last words before they need toothpicks
this might be your only chance
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Why, oh why didn't I heed your warnings?
If only I had listened, instead of wandering off by myself so soon after arriving, I could have kept all ten of my fingers.
I certainly haven't been acquainting myself with the populated, secure part of the ship.
That would just be unproductive and illogical.
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anyway i had a point in texting you
and as much as you like it when i textually berate you that wasnt it
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I just can't guarantee answers.
What was your point?
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i was thinking about publishing a book
and since youre the resident book aficionado cum expert
i figured id ask you for pointers and shit
and maybe permission considering you wrote it
[ let's face it, dave just wanted an excuse to throw cum expert in there somewhere ]
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You're not publishing my book.
If you have any of my writing in your possession I'd like it returned to me.
I was always under the impression you were more inclined towards sick rhymes, anyway.
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sure im a dope dealer for slam poet theater
one who reads the tides of demand and supply
but out in space capitalism aint got no root
its all down to barter and trade
or iou
thats where YOU come in
genre lit boners need paperbacks
somethin to soothe em when they hit the sack
sound of my voice is choice but i aint lulling the masses to climaxes
ill leave that to your bearded old men and their magical asses
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No, you may not peddle my compositions to the public simply because the ship decided to put them in your locker.
I should hope whoever wants my notebooks is offering something exceedingly valuable.
Do you have anything else that belongs to me?
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theyre mine now
besides you wouldnt want to deprive a man of the only effective sleep aid hes got right
picture it
every night i lose a little more dignity to a ball of baby pink scarf guts
why would you put an end to my self effacing battle against insomnia
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This is not up for debate.
You'll have to learn to sleep without the aid of my yarn.
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why wouldnt you have time for shenanigans
thats like impossible were in space redux and your alien gf isnt even here
if youve ever had time for my bs its now
anyway
ill hand off the journal intact and unread but im keeping the yarn
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We might be outside of the game, but that doesn't mean there aren't answers to be found.
It's a shame about the yarn, though.
I promised I would teach someone to knit.
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other people more skilled than you have tried
sherlock holmes was on this ship can you believe that
he learned jack shit and drowned in a swimming pool
so i guess my advice is
dont look in pools for those answers k
theyre not worth it
and well
sucks to be that person and their unknit comm cozy then
i prioritize my ability to catch some shut eye
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