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Dec 05, 2006 00:11

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You know. There's a part of me that sorta wants to ask why my pants aren't fitting any more, why I've been gettin' weird cravings and swollen ankles and the whole nine yards. X-5 genetics do not just up and crap out on me like this.

... So here's the deal.

Have I been impregnated by a hotel?

003, day five

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suzakus_willow December 5 2006, 01:37:54 UTC
Are you still pregnant if you leave your floor? I was a little crazy till I left mine. I really don't want to go back to that room.

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designate_th1s December 5 2006, 01:47:14 UTC
Nope, doesn't look like it. Seriously, what's up with that?

So I hear they lock us in the rooms at night? Ha, like to see 'em try. Robots ain't got nothing on me.

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redheadedturkey December 5 2006, 03:04:03 UTC
heh, ya aint tha only one, princes, trus' me...

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designate_th1s December 5 2006, 03:12:21 UTC
'Princess', huh?

Well it's nice to know that the hotel didn't go after me for my good looks and rockin' bod, I guess.

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redheadedturkey December 5 2006, 03:17:34 UTC
Yeah, 'princes'...

'Good looks an' rocken' bod,' huh? Well, I guess ya never know...

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designate_th1s December 5 2006, 03:31:17 UTC
... Got a name, y'know. It's Max. Who're you?

So, gotta ask. There any way to bust out of this joint?

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