Nobody is perfect!!!!!!!! Even dirk no matter how hard that is to believe at times. Im sure you have a few bugs in your system he needs to tweak. I think you need certain settings, or at least more emotion in the way you convey yourself. I ought to pass word to him how much of a snore you can be.
It gets tiring to chatter to some program system who has the odd fascination with making me immensely awkward and give me bullshit percentages he pulls out of his arse hole. Im aware people have been stripped of their supplies and they seem to be managing just fine for the most part but i cannot help but feel unsettled still.
Following *your* lead is a rather alarming thought if i can dare say. Despite the fact youre practically dirk in this weird vulgar programming form i find it difficult to invest my complete and utter trust into you. Ok, sure. Perhaps that was a little harsh but i ts the honest truth!!! Ill take your advice but i refuse to completely throw myself at you for absolutely anything you lead me into.
You know actually taking a long bath sounds like it could be calming after hearing all of that shit. I may just actually head over there and do that. I really just want to know what year it is and if were in our same galaxy. Why do you have to be elusive about that sort of information? Do you even know?
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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Even dirk no matter how hard that is to believe at times. Im sure you have a few bugs in your system he needs to tweak. I think you need certain settings, or at least more emotion in the way you convey yourself. I ought to pass word to him how much of a snore you can be.
It gets tiring to chatter to some program system who has the odd fascination with making me immensely awkward and give me bullshit percentages he pulls out of his arse hole.
Im aware people have been stripped of their supplies and they seem to be managing just fine for the most part but i cannot help but feel unsettled still.
Following *your* lead is a rather alarming thought if i can dare say. Despite the fact youre practically dirk in this weird vulgar programming form i find it difficult to invest my complete and utter trust into you.
Ok, sure. Perhaps that was a little harsh but i ts the honest truth!!! Ill take your advice but i refuse to completely throw myself at you for absolutely anything you lead me into.
You know actually taking a long bath sounds like it could be calming after hearing all of that shit. I may just actually head over there and do that.
I really just want to know what year it is and if were in our same galaxy. Why do you have to be elusive about that sort of information? Do you even know?
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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.