-- babelsEngineer began pestering paintSplatter --
BE: Umm… Vieve…
BE: Are you okay?
BE: What's up with the jungle scenery?
-- rampageTeller began pestering babelsEngineer --
RT: EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL
RT: they got in just fine and I HELPED
RT: so now you think everything is fine and safe again dont you
RT: THINK AGAIN
RT: LOOK UP INTO YOUR OWN SKY SMARTASS
RT: AND FIGURE OUT WHAT YOU NEED TO DO NEXT
RT: or do i have to explain it to you and save your asses again
BE: What are you talking about, you didn't help for ****!
BE: You went to "sleep" or whatever, and now there's meteorites falling on Earth, and you want me to keep playing this ****?
BE: By the way, what happened to Vieve's house… I'm pretty sure her neighborhood wasn't a jungle before…
BE: This game is some Jumanji ****, huh?
BE: Everything's real, and we're just ****ing **** up by playing it, and now everyone's going to die, because we, like idiots decided to open this goddamn file, huh!
BE: **** you!
BV: i need someone to be a server for me...
BV: oh, and theres a meteor above my house...
BV: so i guess i install the client now.
BE: Well, I'm right there with you.
BE: So don't expect /me/ to save you, I'm WAY more important than you anyways…
BE: Seriously though girls… help?
You may assume that every **** in my conversation with rampageTeller refers to fecal matter.