Alright you mopey shit, listen up.

[twatimmemorial]

Yeah, you

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[misery_chic]

... Nope.

[twatimmemorial]

No surprises there, queen of the mopey shits, you and Victor are well-suited to each other have I ever told you that?

[misery_chic]

... Go to hell, Nathan.

[twatimmemorial]

What? You know I'm right. I know you know I'm right! You might both be socially retarded but I'm not. I can see the signs.

[notvictorious]

Just shut up, Nathan.

[twatimmemorial]

I'm doing you both a favour here.

[notvictorious]

You're not.

[misery_chic]

You know what, Nathan? Any other time, I'd be happy to argue with you and point out all the holes in your completely delusional line of thinking. Unfortunately, at the moment, I'm attempting to battle the soul-crushing sense of despair brought on by the abrupt disappearance of my best friend a mere single day after she reappeared in my life here on the island of New Moore. So I guess we'll have to raincheck on the rest of this conversation until such time as I can manage to stand up off the floor without feeling like I'm going to vomit and pass out.

[twatimmemorial]

See? You're both depressed over the exact same shit! Misery loves company! Sexy company! So get to it!

[misery_chic]

... You're kind of disgusting. You know that, right?

[twatimmemorial]

Yeah I'm well aware.

[misery_chic]

Just so we're clear on that.

[twatimmemorial]

Admit it, I've got a point.

[misery_chic]

Even if I were to admit that, which I am decidedly not, aren't you hellbent on interfering rather than assisting?

[twatimmemorial]

Yeah probably and I'm not exactly sure why, call it the spirit of the season.

[misery_chic]

Then I'm afraid the fever has reached your brain, and -