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[j3gus.livejournal.com]

i need someone to give me the low down
a little explanation as to why i got robbed and kidnapped
and why i have a phone full of contacts
access to this really shitty looking a/v chat
im a hungry mind yearning for knowledge
undulating in wait for a savage assault on my tender think pan
but as much as i want out of this retarded looking shithole
i dont think i quite have the cash for it
so along with my unquestionably insatiable desire for throbbing enlightenment
i may need one of you weirdos to lend me like 500 bucks
alright peace
ps: thanks for not raping me

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[j3gus.livejournal.com]

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[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

I... suppose. Though I don't know why I'd fold those.

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[j3gus.livejournal.com]

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[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

You have a point there.... ah, whatever your name is, ser. I am Garviel Loken.

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[j3gus.livejournal.com]

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[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

A pleasure, Dave. And where are you from?

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[j3gus.livejournal.com]

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[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

[ An amused laugh can be heard. ]

It is a shame not to hear your voice. You are an amusing fellow.

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[j3gus.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't really mind video chat. Dave just has that affinity for loving typos and deadpanned snarking. Text really helps that.]

That better, dude? You've been good, so I don't mind laying my mug on this greasy screen.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

[ Garviel is momentarily surprised by how young the fellow is, then smiles a bit ]

Yes. A pleasure to see you.

Is the screen greasy then? I suggest wiping it off [ Literal marine is literal. ]