The reason I do this isn't really to run the games

[ladytear]

It's shit like this:

Thelineofeld: You! I had a dream about your cat last night! I kept going into random places, and every place I went to she was in there! And I was chasing her around, and I couldn't catch her!
Your Intrepid Heroine: Okay, why do you keep having dreams about me? Seriously!
Thelineofeld: I've never had any dreams about you?
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[thelineofeld]

WHY ARE WE FRIENDS?

Your cat is the awesomest cat, though, and I wish she weren't fixed so you could breed her.

I MEAN YOUR PET CAT NOT YOUR VAGINA

[ladytear]

I have absolutely no idea at this point, but you're not stopping, so I'mna keep going!

Seriously though, pony up some of the $25k and I will get her cloned, and you can visit the clone.

And I'm pretty sure I could figure that bit out because the last thing ANYBODY wants, myself included, is more me's running around.

[bigplaid]

Why not? This way you can finally LITERALLY trip over yourself!

[ladytear]

Hey, now! I can actually do that just fine when my cerebellum decides it's time for a holiday and I fuck up my leg coordination badly enough.

. . . shut up.