#12 [VOICE]

[dullimmaculate]

[high-pitched tone] I-I cannot go outside! I cannot sleep. Oh, dear, oh, dear. There is--the streets are littered! Littered! It is like a sea, waiting t-to drown us! Why--[voice rises higher in what could be counted as fearful aggravation] why must it be like this? Why-- I just cannot--cannot u-[gulp]understand-- A-And everywhere--everywhere has

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[iffygenes]

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You seem a little unwell.

[VOICE]

[dullimmaculate]

This world--th-this world is quite unwell! Oh, I do think so! i>Truly!

[VOICE]

[iffygenes]

There's a plague?

[VOICE] -- AAAH HTML FAILURE IN THE EARLIER COMMENT I-I AM SO SORRY!!! ; WWWW;

[dullimmaculate]

I-I--I-I do not know--is there? Oh, no! This--wh-why, why must this be? I cannot--we cannot--fight, there are too many--I--oh. [a small sob of distress.] Wh-What shall we do? What shall we do? They will not stop approaching! Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.