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[wriggedywrecked]

Hellooo, Rick here!






Just kidding, hahaaaa, you just got Ricked. You've reached Rick's voicemail, you know what to do.

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[normandysbest]

Not really.
It's just easier to punch Hearts in the face.
Which would be satisfying.
Not just force from a consciousness I can't throttle for this shit.

[wriggedywrecked]

I'm all for lpunching royalty in the fcugking face but lets jsut not forget what the real aneenemy is

the realg enemy is relayity itsevlf

[Guess who's getting progressively more drunk and progressively more paranoid.]

[normandysbest]

[Well that should have been pretty expected.]

Yep.
Got my eyes on the prize.
Not everything's out to get you.
But I'm sorry one of 'em was me for a while there.
Thanks for keeping your promise.

[wriggedywrecked]

don't thank me

[Carefully hunt-and-pecked so he spelled it right to emphasize how serious he is.]

[normandysbest]

[She swallows, suddenly a little more uncomfortable.]

Right.
Well.
You gonna be okay?

[wriggedywrecked]

alwys

[normandysbest]

Great.
You ever wanna get sloppy wasted, you know who to call, yeah?

[wriggedywrecked]

sure

[normandysbest]

Cool.
See you soon.

[She'll think of something nice to get him. Some sort of apology.]