[Fire Twenty]: [Accidental Audio] [August 18th]

[batmanmecha]

[click]

[hiccup]

Ugh...

Still can't eat anything, brah?

No...

... you're not gonna hurk again, are ya? Gotta tell ya, man, that's so sick.

No duh, Finn. I AM sick. All the meds they're givin' me make my stomach feel like I'm swallowin' tacks...

No, brah, I mean its gross to watch.

I'm not doin' it for your amusement, man. [urp] Nng...

... man, just gimmie a

Comments

[badluckbabe]

Sounding better all the time sweetie.

[batmanmecha]

I still can't keep anything down, bosslady. And my ribs feel like rice crispies...

[badluckbabe]

Ugh, sounds awful.

Rotten flea bitten little monsters. I'd like to see them try something like that in a fair fight.

[batmanmecha]

Totally... can't wait to get outta here, heal up and bust some heads.

[reapingtheroses]

[ Oh, hey, let's be sick together, but to be convenient--! ]

So, you're awake?

[batmanmecha]

Been. Don't wanna be. [hiccup]

[reapingtheroses]

I see.

I am Dist the Rose. I'm the one who took care of yours' and Onizuka's wounds.

[batmanmecha]

I think I saw you there... sorry, I was kinda busy trying to keep breathing...