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[fuckyou_chorus]

[ instead of plants growing out of the ground, there are hands.

so many hands. reaching for the sky, sticking straight out of the ground, extended... yet lifeless. ]

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[servicewitha]

[crouching over a small patch, inspecting them]

[head_downstairs]

[staying as far away as she can from the hands]

-Don't touch them! That's disgusting!

[servicewitha]

[pokes one]

[head_downstairs]

[I HATE YOU]

Stop that, you idiot!

[servicewitha]

[I love you too]

Just wanted to see if it was real.

[head_downstairs]

[well, okay, now she's curious]

... So? Is it real?

[servicewitha]

Real? Yes. Alive . . . that's debatable.

[head_downstairs]

[looking away but her face totally just became completely white]

Ugh. This is sick. Who thought this was a fun thing to do!?

[servicewitha]

I doubt this was any one person's idea.

[steps away from the hands and moves to her side]

Are you all right?

[head_downstairs]

Of course I'm fine. It's just this is disturbing is all.

[servicewitha]

Would you like to go inside and away from the hands, then?

[head_downstairs]

... That would be better.

[servicewitha]

Want me to carry you?

[head_downstairs]

Want me to slap you?

[servicewitha]

You could try.

[head_downstairs]

You're as annoying as always. Why am I even wasting time with you?!