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[callbacks]

rose
oh god let me in
are you there
im dying

Comments

[roseate]

I'm fairly certain you aren't dying.
What happened? I'm trying to sleep.

[callbacks]

no literally at deaths door
also yours
your door
let me in

[roseate]

Why?

[callbacks]

ice cream

[roseate]

Why do I have to let you in just to let you eat any ice cream I might have?

[callbacks]

no
if i never see ice cream again
itll be too soon
kill me

[roseate]

What did you do?

[callbacks]

root beer doesnt go with chili powder

[roseate]

A shocking revelation.
If you can pause your histrionics for a moment, the door is as unlocked as it's been all day.

[notdogmatic]

Dying?

[callbacks]

carry me
no dont
ill kick it on your floor ok dont mind me

[callbacks]

painfully

[roseate]

Not if you're going to lay there.

[drag drag out of the doorway]

[notdogmatic]

Do you wish assistance?

[callbacks]

oh jesus i was kidding
fuck dont move me i can do it myself

[Except really he's just going to lie face-down on the floor and groan forever.]

[roseate]

[Lets go off the handfuls of shirt collar she'd be dragging him with and lets him flop against the floor WHATEVER U SAY BROTHER DEAR.]

Are you going to get up?

[callbacks]

yeah you can be the one that chops my head off
after i eviscerate myself

ftr thats irony im not gutting myself in the stomach

[callbacks]

no
make my tombstone a dick

[roseate]

Not if I have to erect it here.

[notdogmatic]

Then it was also irony when you stated that you were drying?

[callbacks]

hrrrngh

[Okay, sitting up.

Annnnddd then flopping over on his side.]

never mind
just send my ashes back to texas
scatter them in in george bushs face

[roseate]

Why did you add chili powder to root beer in the first place?

[callbacks]

yes
no
let me get back to you when i locate the spleen i hurked up

[callbacks]

leftovers
they were all good in the ice cream the other day
but then it melted
and i didnt want to drink the whiskey by itself

[roseate]