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[A couple hours into the soirée, everything seems nice. Relaxed. Almost good, even! And then, from the middle of the tent, something springs out from under a table- oh wait, it's just that thing again010001110100010101010100001000000100100101001110001000000100110101011001001000000100001001000101010011000100110001011001

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[hardlyboy]

[cocking her pistol]

As expected.

[hardlyboy]

We're still in the process of discerning information; that's why I have this.

[holds up the calculator]

I'm here to gather as much data as possible.

[healerhat]

... What's that?

[hardlyboy]

It's a binary translator.

[healerhat]

A what?

[hardlyboy]

The virus speaks a certain coded language that most humans cannot decipher audibly. This will translate it into something we can gather information from.

[healerhat]

Oh. What is it saying?

[hardlyboy]

[inputs]

... "Get in my belly".

[healerhat]

.......

[hardlyboy]

..................

[healerhat]

A- Are you sure I shouldn't be trying something after all...?

[hardlyboy]

Y-yes, I'm-- quite certain.

[healerhat]

Right...

... Does it even have a belly?

[hardlyboy]

I. Do not know.

[healerhat]

... Maybe we just shouldn't think about it.

[hardlyboy]

Perhaps.