Nnnngh. Stupid Terran euphemisms.
Technically, all I had to do was turn off the damned iron lung.
And no, so don't start. I was too busy being whiny and angsty, remember?
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June 2012
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Oh, King of the Solos? You haven't told me yet what you want for this little gift giving holiday. I get that there's a kind of music played this month, and that the radio's been getting a bit annoying. But the street bands make even Roud Elf the Re-dosed Raindear worthwhile. Oh I don't know what kind of game this is but I don't like it at all. I want to go back home. I Need a Doctor
Something is wrong with me and I need a doctor. I think it started several days ago but maybe even earlier. I've been nauseous and confused. I started hearing whispers. The other day I started getting really nasty to people. I couldn't think things through. Anakin Solo... A job. . . . .where is my. . .where am I? Someone, for the love of- Well, SOMEONE - preferably female (because I THINK that's what he prefers, but who knows anymore) - please sleep with Jacen Solo. Alright. So we need a few good beings to go into space with us. Natives of the planet Coruscant are especially needed, though anyone familiar with the planet would be of immense help. This isn't Cloud City. Or Bespin... |