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04/21/10(Wed)01:03 No.9327006>>9326908 > "If I was mocking you, I'd be alot less subtle about it. 'Oh miss demon queen, you're looking quite green. Are you going to turn into a wart-covered hag?' That's mockery. What I'm trying to do is to honestly be nice to you. So, do you want my help, honestly, or not?"
". . . fine, get me that glass of water," Alicia sighs. "And bring me that damn video game. Or whatever."
You head up to your owner's cabin and bring down your laptop computer and a controller. When you come back down to Alicia's room, you find her sitting up in bed nibbling on a cracker. She's wearing, of all things, flannel pajamas with unicorns on them.
"Unicorns?"
"Don't give me that look," Alicia pouts. "Samantha picked these for me."
"Well, in any case, try this," you say, turning on the laptop and firing up a video game for her. "I don't know why, but it seems to help."
"All right," Alicia sneers. "But if this makes me more sick, I'll kill you painfully."
She begins to play. . . and a few minutes into Freespace, she begins to get into the game a bit. "HA! DIE, FOOLISH MORTALS!" she screams. "FACE THE FURY OF MY LASERS OF JUSTICE!" |