One-Hundred-Fifth Matrix {Voice}

[whatthefactor]

Urk.

[The sound of someone regurgitating. GUESS WHO'S SICK, GUYS?]

S-son of a digit... forgot what this is like.

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[prettygirlkanon]

[I'd say there wasn't girlish laughter over here, but that'd be a downright lie.]

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[prettygirlkanon]

Something wrong Math-chan~♪?

[Voice]

[whatthefactor]

Sick, zetta obviously.

[prettygirlkanon]

Oh~♪♫♪♪♫. Sucks to be you. Eat something rotten or is your immune system just that weak?

[fathers_pride]

Are you sick?

[whatthefactor]

What tipped you off? Stupid 000. guh.

[fathers_pride]

[He just chuckles]

[whatthefactor]

[tch.]

It was preplanned. Happens every iteration.

[moarcowbell]

Have they gotten you too, Bridge-san?

[whatthefactor]

What?

[moarcowbell]

You know, the alienetic brain eating ticks.

[whatthefactor]

No, that's unlikely.

[verily_ergo]

And so you found it necessary to post about it?

[whatthefactor]

Absolutely.

[verily_ergo]

......

Oh, I seem to have forgotten that useless interruptions on the network are Discedo's preferred method of catharsis.

[whatthefactor]

Useless?

Heh heh heh, hardly.

[nomnomguts]

[lolol]

Feeling poorly?

[whatthefactor]

All part of the typical function, of course.

[nomnomguts]

But wouldn't that make it harder to forget?

[whatthefactor]

Not for me, for subtraction.