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013 ∞ AUDIO
May. 2nd, 2011 06:30 pm[Nathan is curled up in bed, so his voice is slightly muffled by his covers.]
Okay, so is anyone else getting any more of those pains that were going on before we managed to get rid of those harpies? Or am I the lucky winner here? [He says 'we'. In reality he didn't do anything to help.]
Fuck. I think this actually feels worse than getting impaled to begin with.
[A pause and some creaking as Nathan shifts on his mattress.]
I think there's still bird shit in my bed. Those bastards better not have given me bird flu, or something.
Okay, so is anyone else getting any more of those pains that were going on before we managed to get rid of those harpies? Or am I the lucky winner here? [He says 'we'. In reality he didn't do anything to help.]
Fuck. I think this actually feels worse than getting impaled to begin with.
[A pause and some creaking as Nathan shifts on his mattress.]
I think there's still bird shit in my bed. Those bastards better not have given me bird flu, or something.
