[ It's subsided for the moment, but not for long; he'll know it's finished when he regains clarity on what the hell's happening inside of him. Right now it's an ugly foreign muddle, which is more upsetting than he'd like to admit. It feels a little like going blind. ]
You met the guy yet? Dead Willy Wonka made of hands? [ Normal. ]
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There they go stealing my bit again.
[ It's subsided for the moment, but not for long; he'll know it's finished when he regains clarity on what the hell's happening inside of him. Right now it's an ugly foreign muddle, which is more upsetting than he'd like to admit. It feels a little like going blind. ]
You met the guy yet? Dead Willy Wonka made of hands? [ Normal. ]