249 - Fourth Wall Post

[impure_tale]

I suppose one last shout into the ether would not go amiss.

Come speak to me, my darlings. The universe is lonely without you in it.

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[impure_tale]

[ not to be deterred ]

Next you'll be telling me there's no chocolate there.

[umgekehrt]

Very little, you've got that right. What's the questioning about?

[impure_tale]

[ dramatic, pained gasping ]

And then no dancing or sex next, I suppose.

[umgekehrt]

Now it's not as bad as that-! It's mostly settled by the Nurail, after all.

[impure_tale]

Something will have to be done, either way.

[umgekehrt]

[Hmm.]

By who, were you thinking?

[impure_tale]

The Admiral, firstly.

[umgekehrt]

Never tell me there's someone so hard up for something to do with their deal-! I don't recall the Admiral being otherwise charitable.

[impure_tale]

Other than harry comely working men, one must have some means to distract themselves.