*walks into the room, eating bark*
You know... Cellulose is good for the gums.
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Uhhh did you get that off the internet?
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The Internet never lies
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You're right...
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Ok then...
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No relthy, I'm not lything. *gums begin to bleed*
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Is that... suppose to happen?
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It's fth, cethuthose ith gooth foth youth. Truth meth. *mouth begins to leak red, dripping blood*
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Ok, that looks like blood, is it blood? Blood I'd not good, as I remember
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No ith my sithiva. *begins to sway woozily*
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Oh, well in that case it's all ok, and have you been drinking recently? *beeps and boops*
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*faints for a few seconds, then revives and struggles to speak, mouth stained red* Y... Yth.
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Ahh, you should probably settle down for a bit, you don't seem well... *floats around you*
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*collapses on top of shank* *mumbles, throwing spittle and specks of blood across the shanks visual sensor* I'm finth...
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*crashes onto the floor, not being able to hold the weight* alright, tell me if you need anything, and can you get off?
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*slowly sinks into death, unmoving. A faint pulse still remains*
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*doesn't seem to notice that Echo is dying, and gets out from under him* Alright, I'm going to scout Earth again, Have a Merry Christmas!
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*doesnt respond*
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*looks over at Echo and is weirded out by him not responding* Umm, Echo? You sure you're alright? If you not just tell me and I'll get medical help...
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*doesnt respond* *bug lands on nose*
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Umm.... *thinks that I'm going to die for killing Echo* Where is his ghost? *beeps again*
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*ghost appears* Hey.... I like gummy bears. *slurs speech with a brown liquid splattered over his shell*
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*looks at the ghost with confusion* Can you revive him?
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Revive? Nahhhh...
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Oh, ok. So, what is that liquid? *floats up towards the ghost, scanning it*
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*beer*