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[boxbythebed]

[IN A CAMP CLEARING:

There is a bonfire going! And a girl dragging in bits of rotting wood from surrounding dilapitated farm houses to toss into the flames.]

Wooo! It's my m'afucking B-Day!

(( Out for the night ))

Comments

[bluetilator]

That means Birth Day, yes? Why do you celebrate the day of your birth?

[boxbythebed]

Well, for me specifically, it's because I'm pretty important. Shit should be a religious holiday.

[bluetilator]

You are completely irrelevant to the universe. Your existence doesn't have any meaning against the flow of time.

[boxbythebed]

Different universes, blah blah blah.

[bluetilator]

I have been to different universes and you have no impact on all of them. Little demons are little more than dust dancing in the light.

[boxbythebed]

Go fuck yourself, smurf pussy.

[bluetilator]

That is biologically impossible and your insult is only mildly inventive.

[boxbythebed]

Don't care.

[bluetilator]

Really? I don't believe you.

[boxbythebed]

Why are you even here?

[bluetilator]

I am Illyria and I will walk wherever I please. Why are you here?

[boxbythebed]

Because.

Go away.

[bluetilator]

I will not.

[boxbythebed]

Fine, then just shut your hole...s.

[bluetilator]

Would you like me to tear some new ones into you?

[boxbythebed]

Can you go threaten someone who isn't in the middle of her birthday? Thanks.