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[theredredkrovvy]

The last true veshch your humble narrator can remember, I was intending to snuff it. Those grahzny bratchnies, that sodding writer veck and his foul malenky droogs, they like played that music to make me do it. I jumped from that okno on my oddy knocky with the shoom of the stracky orchestra in my ears and the feeling of wanting to be sick all

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[andrew_unwells]

[ooc: Andrew is trying to figure out if he's speaking in one of those many alien or demonic languages he knows...]

Hey, um... what's your name?

[theredredkrovvy]

[ooc: Aw, my fourth wall restrictions caught you out, huh?]

Alexander DeLarge, at your service. And might I enquire about your own eemya?