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   Your name is Dave Strider, and you are about to pester the girl that goes by the name Rose Lalonde. This lady sounds like she can give you therapy. You seriously need it, but you will never admit it to your brother. Definitely not to him. He finds out you need therapy, and he will kick your ass like there is no fucking sight of tomorrow.

- - turntechGodhead [TG]  began pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] at 2:01 - -
TG: john told me to message your ass so
TG: sup
TT: Watch your language, please.
TG: oh so your one of those
TT: If you mean the ones who are very manorful, yes.

   This chick..

TG: well I better be going then huh
TT: You sound like one whom has something on their mind, yes?
TT: Maybe something that is getting at you?
TG: the only person who is getting at me is you lalonde
TT: I find it very interesting, facinating in fact, that you know my last name.
TG: well john gave me it along with your damn pesterhandle so
TT: Oh, I see now. You're the kid John told me about. Dave Strider, am I right?
TG: thats my name
TG: dont wear it out though

   You really are full of yourself sometimes..

TT: Well, it looks like I have to go, Dave. Another time we will talk about your friendship with John. Goodbye, Dave.

   - - tentacleTherapist ceased pestering turntechGodhead at 2:11 - -

   Well, that wasn't so bad. Now time to message this girl named Jade. Okay, and click.

   - - turntechGodhead began pestering gardenGnostic at 2:14 - -

TG: sup
GG: do i know you????? :/
TG: no chance
TG: i know john and rose though
GG: welcome to the family!!

This girl.... What. The. Fuck.

TG: ok
GG: you seem pretty cool!!!! like really really cool i mean
TG: ha ha ha very funny
GG: so what you up to????? coooool kid! hehehe
TG: nothing much
TG: just busting out my new beats that i came up with last night
GG: so cooooool
TG: yeah
TG: what you up to
GG: oh nothing im just sleeping
TG: what
TG: how are you talking to me if your sleeping
GG: i have this one robot that turns on when i fall asleep and its sooooooo nice to have around but sometimes its a piece of crap!!!!!
TG: oh ok that works i guess
GG: oh noooooooooo i gotta go!! D:
TG: ok
GG: soooooo coooooooll. bye!!

   - - gardenGnostic ceased pestering turntechGodhead at 2:17 - -

   That was seriously short. But, its two in the morning. Who can blame them? Even though they had a weird ass robot thing...
   You sit up from your desk, and walk up the staircase, up to the rooftop. You do this each night, just because. The real reason is it's so peacefull and quiet, sometimes you can't believe how pretty it is out here.
   Barely any cars driving by, no honking down the road each six or eight seconds, no weird ass old lady throwing her purse at anyone... Its only quiet. All you can hear are sick beats that are being played at the club that is open each night. Doesn't matter if its holidays, it's open all the time.
   Another thing you love when it's nighttime: Theres no fighting. No wars to keep you busy. Nothing but the air surrounding you.
The air is still warm, but it has a mellow brease that whispers in your ears. It sings a light lullaby, and you start to fall in a deep sleep.....

   As always, you wake up back in your bed. Now it's back to the same old noisy cities that keep you awake, only finding more beats coming from all the ghettos. They keep you busy, and active. Each day is the same, and your tired of it. All you want is something different. You suddenly here a big, "Fuck off, pops!". Bro. Its the first name that comes to your mind. You look around the room, to see a brother popping through the door leading people into your very messy apartment. "Over here!" He points to the ground, and they set down.... holy shit! Is that it?
   "Just as you requested, little bro." He puts his hands on his hips, thumbs in pockets, and puts a smug look on his face. You flip the...piano cover? Whatever. You flip the doo-dad open, and find a set of clean keys. You feel a bench touch your fine-ass.
   You play a catchy tune that you hear over and over, keeping it in to until, "FUCK!" You end up blurting out when you play a wrong note. Everyone around you laughs, even Bro.

   Your name is Dave Strider, and this is the first time you have seen your bro actually pleased with himself, and even having himself a good time. You honestly can say nothing else besides those words that leaped out of your foul mouth.

:D (Big Grin) — Description
   Your name is Dave Strider, and you are about to pester the girl that goes by the name Rose Lalonde. This lady sounds like she can give you therapy. You seriously need it, but you will never admit it to your brother. Definitely not to him. He finds out you need therapy, and he will kick your ass like there is no fucking sight of tomorrow.

- - turntechGodhead [TG]  began pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] at 2:01 - -
TG: john told me to message your ass so
TG: sup
TT: Watch your language, please.
TG: oh so your one of those
TT: If you mean the ones who are very manorful, yes.

   This chick..

TG: well I better be going then huh
TT: You sound like one whom has something on their mind, yes?
TT: Maybe something that is getting at you?
TG: the only person who is getting at me is you lalonde
TT: I find it very interesting, facinating in fact, that you know my last name.
TG: well john gave me it along with your damn pesterhandle so
TT: Oh, I see now. You're the kid John told me about. Dave Strider, am I right?
TG: thats my name
TG: dont wear it out though

   You really are full of yourself sometimes..

TT: Well, it looks like I have to go, Dave. Another time we will talk about your friendship with John. Goodbye, Dave.

   - - tentacleTherapist ceased pestering turntechGodhead at 2:11 - -

   Well, that wasn't so bad. Now time to message this girl named Jade. Okay, and click.

   - - turntechGodhead began pestering gardenGnostic at 2:14 - -

TG: sup
GG: do i know you????? :/
TG: no chance
TG: i know john and rose though
GG: welcome to the family!!

This girl.... What. The. Fuck.

TG: ok
GG: you seem pretty cool!!!! like really really cool i mean
TG: ha ha ha very funny
GG: so what you up to????? coooool kid! hehehe
TG: nothing much
TG: just busting out my new beats that i came up with last night
GG: so cooooool
TG: yeah
TG: what you up to
GG: oh nothing im just sleeping
TG: what
TG: how are you talking to me if your sleeping
GG: i have this one robot that turns on when i fall asleep and its sooooooo nice to have around but sometimes its a piece of crap!!!!!
TG: oh ok that works i guess
GG: oh noooooooooo i gotta go!! D:
TG: ok
GG: soooooo coooooooll. bye!!

   - - gardenGnostic ceased pestering turntechGodhead at 2:17 - -

   That was seriously short. But, its two in the morning. Who can blame them? Even though they had a weird ass robot thing...
   You sit up from your desk, and walk up the staircase, up to the rooftop. You do this each night, just because. The real reason is it's so peacefull and quiet, sometimes you can't believe how pretty it is out here.
   Barely any cars driving by, no honking down the road each six or eight seconds, no weird ass old lady throwing her purse at anyone... Its only quiet. All you can hear are sick beats that are being played at the club that is open each night. Doesn't matter if its holidays, it's open all the time.
   Another thing you love when it's nighttime: Theres no fighting. No wars to keep you busy. Nothing but the air surrounding you.
The air is still warm, but it has a mellow brease that whispers in your ears. It sings a light lullaby, and you start to fall in a deep sleep.....

   As always, you wake up back in your bed. Now it's back to the same old noisy cities that keep you awake, only finding more beats coming from all the ghettos. They keep you busy, and active. Each day is the same, and your tired of it. All you want is something different. You suddenly here a big, "Fuck off, pops!". Bro. Its the first name that comes to your mind. You look around the room, to see a brother popping through the door leading people into your very messy apartment. "Over here!" He points to the ground, and they set down.... holy shit! Is that it?
   "Just as you requested, little bro." He puts his hands on his hips, thumbs in pockets, and puts a smug look on his face. You flip the...piano cover? Whatever. You flip the doo-dad open, and find a set of clean keys. You feel a bench touch your fine-ass.
   You play a catchy tune that you hear over and over, keeping it in to until, "FUCK!" You end up blurting out when you play a wrong note. Everyone around you laughs, even Bro.

   Your name is Dave Strider, and this is the first time you have seen your bro actually pleased with himself, and even having himself a good time. You honestly can say nothing else besides those words that leaped out of your foul mouth.