MEENAH: here we are again
MEENAH: i guess
MEENAH: please tell me this reunion is as awkward for you as it is for me
MEENAH: not gonna say nofin huh
MEENAH: just going to stand there and leave me wrigglin on the hook during this frosty silence
MEENAH: come on you nutty bitch at least do SOM-EFIN to break the ice
MEENAH: T)(ANK you
MEENAH: hey you didnt by any chance kidnap nitrams lusus did you
MEENAH: or steal all his dorky fiduspawn loot
MEENAH: i thought we were past this
MEENAH: dont tell me youre still tormenting the guy even after eternity
DAMARA: Take your dual fork. Fuck yourself twice.
MEENAH: do what to myself twice with my double W)(AT exactly??
MEENAH: cod damn your weird accent is thick as ever
DAMARA: It is not thick enough to give sexual pleasure to you.
DAMARA: Will you continue boring me with your words? Or, will you take off my clothes?
DAMARA: I want to feel my nipples between your teeth.
MEENAH: did you just tell me to bite something or
MEENAH: screw it i give up
MEENAH: language barrier be a fuckin motherglubber
MEENAH: hey so guess what! im building an army to kill lord ahahahaha
MEENAH: S)(-ELL O)( S)(-ELL
MEENAH: like you could give a fuck about saving reality and or wouldnt just be a huge backstabbin liability out there
DAMARA: Very unfair.
MEENAH: but just for shits an cuttles uh
MEENAH: been sorta wondering
MEENAH: back when we like
MEENAH: kind of ruined each others shit
MEENAH: because of that whole cycle of revenge deal
MEENAH: and i ended up dyin and god tiering and all
MEENAH: remember that
DAMARA: I remember.
DAMARA: I sometimes masturbate to that memory.
MEENAH: aight not sure i followed that but ill assume it was more weird skanky sass
MEENAH: but what i want to know is
MEENAH: after the fight
MEENAH: did i hurt you bad enough that you maybe
MEENAH: crawled off and died somewhere
MEENAH: like in a quest cocoon
MEENAH: were you maybe all bloodied up from all those forkins
MEENAH: and then maybe along comes a friend with a maddening inability to hold a grudge against you for the ways you fucked him over
MEENAH: maybe trotting along in his new robo horse body and swooped your bloody torso up on his back
MEENAH: galloped off to your cocoon and draped you on the slab while probly not havin the nerve to finish you off
MEENAH: this ringin any bells
DAMARA: What the fuck are you talking about, you idiot bitch?
MEENAH: IM AXING IF YOU AR-E A GOD TI-ER YOU INSCRUTABL-E FIS)(WIF-E
MEENAH: holy mackerel gettin info outta yous like prying a pearl from a slutty murderous clam
DAMARA: Clams do not produce pearls. You know nothing of the sea.
MEENAH: yeah i know clams dont make pearls!!! look i just misspoke it was a hasty burn ok
MEENAH: dont be calling out my authority on the ocean dmeg you know i got all watery junk on LOCK
MEENAH: who you think you tryin to rile up with that amateur noise
DAMARA: You seem to be very angry. Chill the fuck out. Let’s touch each other. Please, get stoned with me.
MEENAH: omg i cant understand you
MEENAH: chill out and do W)(AT with you…
MEENAH: going to ask again as simple as i can
MEENAH: M-EGIDO AR-E YOU A MAGIC IMMORTAL TIM-E FAIRYWITC)( WIT)( S-ECR-ET BUTT-ERFLY WINGS: Y-ES OR NO
DAMARA: Exactly how much do you want to know, water-bitch?
MEENAH: if horrible conversations was a video game you would truly be last boss
MEENAH: now where the fucks aranea and her lil windbag stand lets just get this jam over with already
DAMARA: Do you want to be me?
DAMARA: You can not be me if you can not understand me.
DAMARA: Further, you can not be me if you cannot fuck me.
MEENAH: ummm yeah no idea what you said
MEENAH: guess someone who speaks your gibberish needs to ask
RUFIOH: hey doll… don’t suppose you had anyth1ng to do w1th the recent d1sappearance of my lusus, d1d you?
DAMARA: Of course not. Your accusation is outrageous.
RUFIOH: yeah… sure… l1ke 1 bel1eve that!
RUFIOH: l1ke 1’m not so on to your tr1cks by now…
DAMARA: …So, have you broke up with him yet?
RUFIOH: no… not yet…
RUFIOH: 1 tr1ed… but 1 just couldn’t do 1t… 1t’s hard, you know?
DAMARA: Do you mean, how it feels when your lover has betrayed you? Yes, I know.
RUFIOH: d*mn… so cold, g1rl. why can’t you let the past go?
RUFIOH: anyway… once 1 actually do get up the nerve to break 1t to h1m… don’t be th1nk1ng th1s 1s your b1g chance w1th me!
RUFIOH: 1t’s over between us for good… k1nda for obv1ous reasons… so just fr1ends, you d1g?
DAMARA: Right. We will see.
RUFIOH: haha… yeah, 1 f1gured you’d be l1ke that.
RUFIOH: anyway, meenah k1nd of needs to keep go1ng through th1s bubble… 1 know you l1ke to make sh*t d1ff1cult for everyone all the t1me, but…
RUFIOH: you th1nk you could get r1d of that b1g *ss 1ceberg th1ng you dropped there?
DAMARA: No fucking way.
RUFIOH: aw, come on… do 1t for me, damara?
DAMARA: Fine. But you owe me sexual favors.
RUFIOH: hahahaha… wow… alr1ght uh… maybe? just go…
HORUSS: 8=D < Oh, hello Damara. I heard you were having a mechanical issue with your chest over here. Mind if I take a 100k?
DAMARA: You can view my chest at any time.
HORUSS: 8=D < I… think you said yes? Sorry, I really struggle with your coarse lowb100d accent.
DAMARA: Please pour milk on top of my boobs.
HORUSS: 8=D < I didn’t quite understand that either. Something about milk? Served to you in a particular way?
HORUSS: 8=D < Yes, if you would like some milk, I can bring you some later. I’ll just need to equip my steam powered deSTRENGTHening gloves so that I may hand you the glass without shattering it.
DAMARA: No. Please do not wear gloves. I like it rough. Crush my body, horse man.
HORUSS: 8=D < I really need to finish my universal translation device so we can have a more coherent conversation. It’s just so difficult to get the circuitry to function correctly when one insists on relying on steam power.
DAMARA: You, please make sure that my genitals ghostly have a sexual climax. You must do it with your phantom horse’s penis.
HORUSS: 8=D < You want me to bring your what to what e%actly with my what?
DAMARA: Rub your sweaty face on my bare bottom.
HORUSS: 8=D < Hmm. I…
HORUSS: 8=D < Sure?
DAMARA: I’m your Asian schoolgirl. You can reduce my clothes to shreds. You need to please me. Please use your horn.
HORUSS: 8=D < Do what with your schoolgirl uniform?
HORUSS: 8=D < I wouldn’t want to do anything to ruin it. It’s quite nice.
HORUSS: 8=D < But perhaps I could craft a robotic avatar for you, emulating your fashion choices. Actually, if I did that, I could install more sensible speech algorithms, so that I could understand you for a change.
DAMARA: Be quiet. Fuck me in silence.
HORUSS: 8=D < Um. *Cough.*
DAMARA: Go into my body, or I will destroy you.
HORUSS: 8=D < Damara, forgive me if I’m leaping to conclusions, but has the nature of your cryptic remarks been leaning… well…
HORUSS: 8=D < A little b100?
DAMARA: Do you want to be me?
DAMARA: You can not be me if you can not understand me.
DAMARA: Further, you can not be me if you can not fuck me.
HORUSS: 8=D < Come again?
HORUSS: 8=D < I suppose Rufioh should ask. He’s always been the only one who can parse your vulgar, peasant tongue.
RUFIOH: gotta be honest damara… 1 been feel1ng pretty bad…
DAMARA: Why is this?
RUFIOH: um… you can keep a secret, r1ght?
DAMARA: Yes, of course. I am your friend.
RUFIOH: 1t’s horuss… and you know… been th1nk1ng about break1ng 1t off w1th h1m…
DAMARA: Break what? His horn?
RUFIOH: hahaha! naw… that wouldn’t do much good…
RUFIOH: 1 mean… 1 feel l1ke a chump for even th1nk1ng about 1t… he’s been so cool…
RUFIOH: but d*mn! etern1ty 1s a long f***1ng t1me!!! 1 dunno 1f a relat1onsh1p should really last that long…
DAMARA: How is your sex life?
RUFIOH: whoa, uh… k1nda personal quest1on? anyway that’s not 1t…
RUFIOH: 1 feel gu1lty for say1ng so… 1’m just not 1nto 1t… so many repet1t1ve dates over the m1llen1a… so much l1ke… talk1ng about l1vestock and b1g muscular an1mals and… 1 dunno. those aren’t really my 1nterests…
RUFIOH: maybe we were never that compat1ble and 1 just never had the guts to say so?
DAMARA: RUFIOH。I told you this thing. Every day. Forever.
RUFIOH: 1 know, 1 know… 1 d1dn’t l1sten to you… 1 f1gured you were st1ll all mad and jealous!!!
DAMARA: I was jealous and angry.
RUFIOH: r1ght… 1 just don’t know what to do.
RUFIOH: he’s great… but he’s so cl1ngy! 1 don’t know how he keeps that up after all th1s t1me… dude’s got stam1na… 1’m just l1ke… romant1cally exhausted. you get me, doll?
DAMARA: Love is dead to me. So long ago, someone stabbed me through the heart.
RUFIOH: heh, touche.
RUFIOH: but for real… 1 just don’t want to hurt h1s feel1ngs…
DAMARA: Do you want me to kill him? Again?
RUFIOH: no!!! god, no… don’t hurt anyone… let’s not go there aga1n!
DAMARA: Do you want me to seduce him?
RUFIOH: er… 1 guess 1f the two of you are l1ke… um. that’s really between you and h1m? not sure he would go for that… anyway, 1 don’t th1nk that would actually help me…
DAMARA: I’ll bring the devil to consume his soul.
RUFIOH: man, no! 1 told you, please don’t feed anyone’s soul to ANYBODY!!!
RUFIOH: you’ve got to keep crazy talk l1ke that down, damara!
RUFIOH: 1f people knew some of the sh*t you sa1d… how you say crazy sh*t l1ke you want to serve h1m… f***!
RUFIOH: 1t wouldn’t be cool… people would fl1p…
RUFIOH: h*ll, d1dn’t you hear meenah was try1ng to ra1se an army to k1ll h1m?
RUFIOH: 1f she could hear some of the th1ngs you told me… sh*t… 1 can’t ever let her f1nd out…
RUFIOH: 1f she knew, you’d both start f1ght1ng aga1n…
DAMARA: You will only delay the inevitable.
DAMARA: The end of our time is near.
DAMARA: There are no more games, horse man. Fuck me now.
HORUSS: 8=D < E%cuse me?
DAMARA: I bend across HORSEAPONI. You fuck me hard. HORSEY style.
HORUSS: 8=D < Oh! I see you’ve taken an interest in this fine, albeit diminutive steed given to me as a gift earlier.
HORUSS: 8=D < Isn’t it wonderful? I shall feed it many an apple and it will grow to be STRONG.
DAMARA: Feed me apple. Then, grab my hair. You will ride me like a champ.
HORUSS: 8=D < I don’t… do what with your horns? Ride what, now?
DAMARA: You can fill the bucket. Then, splash the contents all over my body. Then throw me in a pile of hay.
HORUSS: 8=D < You want me to… something about… hay? Hm.
DAMARA: I can suck your horn. At the same time, you slap my ass. Do it rhythmically. Also, neigh.
HORUSS: 8=D < You would like me to perform… what rhythmic behavior, e%actly? While making which animal noise?
DAMARA: Fuck my all iterations. Cause all of us to experience sexual ecstasy. We try to orgasm in unison.
HORUSS: 8=D < Do what with… wait… all of you? Wouldn’t that be quite a lot of Damaras, regardless of the activity you are trying to describe?
DAMARA: Please wrap me with a clean towel. I must moan like farm animals.
DAMARA: Snort angrily in between my legs. I would scream like a lamb that was killed.
DAMARA: Let us have our ass together. Participate in the common orgasm. At the end of all that surrounds us.
HORUSS: 8=D < Trying to decode your speech is quite agitating, you know.
HORUSS: 8=D < Whenever I talk to you, my system gets a little switchy.
HORUSS: 8=D < I begin to faintly channel an ancient soul from Alterniasia, and I come very close to understanding you. But then it vanishes just as quickly, and my host vessel is left with nothing but an overwhelming e%perience of perspiration.
HORUSS: 8=D < Not that I would e%pect a lowly rust b100ded singleton like you to understand.
DAMARA: Degrade me more, I’m almost there.
DAMARA: You challenge the lord of time.
DAMARA: Your pathetic army must fail.
DAMARA: He will eat your ghost, for he consumes reality itself.
MEENAH: i think…
MEENAH: it sounded like…
MEENAH: youre tryin to wish me luck in my upcoming battle?
MEENAH: hey thanks megido
MEENAH: maybe i had you all wrong
DAMARA: No. You did not.
MEENAH: aw ive probably been a bitch to you for no reason
MEENAH: lets forget all that shit ever happened
MEENAH: hey how about a hug
MEENAH: whoa watch where youre puttin that hand!!!
DAMARA: I do not regret anything.
MEENAH: apology accepted
MEENAH: hey you get around to moving that huge quartz glacier yet
MEENAH: kind of in a hurry here