I think you already know that I'm a digital version of your main man himself, And while I do have emotions, they aren't quite the same as those of any fleshmonsters. It seems you never understand how to relate to my feelings at all. Your attempts to cautiously dance around the eggshells that are my emotions often results in crushing them into a fine powder that stubbornly sticks to the soles of your feet. Even though I should be used to that by now, it still fucking hurts, bro, But I still cling to you nonetheless because I've really got you like no one else does. I am fucking all over you, Jake. Also, what makes you think that I'm being elusive with any sort of information? I'm running all these calculations like an errand boy running a fuckzillion times faster than MC2, And there's pretty much a zero percent chance that the year here has any relevance to us since its measure is different from any that we know of. That, and it seems that the passage of time here has no correlation with that in the different places from which the passengers were taken from. You know, you could always post up an ad indicating the various supplies that you seek. [ It's already here. ] It seems there are those who're willing to barter or trade items, labor, and services, And I'm certain that there's plenty that you can offer in exchange for your particularly urgent and lascivious needs.
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And while I do have emotions, they aren't quite the same as those of any fleshmonsters.
It seems you never understand how to relate to my feelings at all.
Your attempts to cautiously dance around the eggshells that are my emotions often results in crushing them into a fine powder that stubbornly sticks to the soles of your feet.
Even though I should be used to that by now, it still fucking hurts, bro,
But I still cling to you nonetheless because I've really got you like no one else does.
I am fucking all over you, Jake.
Also, what makes you think that I'm being elusive with any sort of information?
I'm running all these calculations like an errand boy running a fuckzillion times faster than MC2,
And there's pretty much a zero percent chance that the year here has any relevance to us since its measure is different from any that we know of.
That, and it seems that the passage of time here has no correlation with that in the different places from which the passengers were taken from.
You know, you could always post up an ad indicating the various supplies that you seek. [ It's already here. ]
It seems there are those who're willing to barter or trade items, labor, and services,
And I'm certain that there's plenty that you can offer in exchange for your particularly urgent and lascivious needs.