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In which oh god oh god I'm falling behind.
Elle: Falling in lust is better.
Nick: Don't you mean love?
Elle: I said BETTER.
Nick: What's wrong with love?
Elle: I've heard it's a second-hand emotion.
Elle: …true lust's kiss!
Elle: You've turned me from a frog into a reformed cow!
Nick: STOP BEING SO ESOTERIC
Nick: …where did THAT word come from?
Elle: Okay, my landing strip is prepared.
Nick: Coming in for a coming-in!
Elle: Don't cunt on it.
Bambi: Thank you for largely excluding me from this.
Nick: Thank you for shortly including me in you.
Elle: If this preamble gets any longer, a constitution's gonna spontaneously form and attach to it.
Bambi: You fuckers not attached to each other yet?
Nick: We're not even FUCKERS yet!
Elle: Alright, take hold and pull down.
STILL NOT SEX.
Grugly2013: It takes, like, a lot.
WHAT WHY WHAT
Nick: Pissing off the Maker is almost as good as sex!
Elle: Let's not get carried away.
Bambi: If you're not up for getting carried away, I'm available.
Bambi: You wouldn't even need to fuck me in front of a toilet.
So hey, 2013, what's going on?
Grugly2013: I dunno, you don't want to look up what I was doing.
Hahaha, that's cool, that's cool.
Bambi: I think you're boring the Maker, guys.
What was your first clue? That I was talking to myself, or that I was talking to myself BADLY?
Bambi: The fact that this is boring.
Bambi: Looks like it's working, though.
Nick: Call this "work"?
Elle: She didn't, no.
Bambi: Can you hurry it up? It's just that this is my first household and I think you're endangering it.
Nick: Wanna sex, now I'm tall?
Elle: Who's that?
Elle: Fuck off.
Neil: So, she cured yet?
Bambi: I'm hesitant to say "yes" until they bang.
I'm not happy with the idea of sex "curing" someone of something.
It sounds too much like…
Elle: Wanna stuff me?
WILL YOU JUST FUCKING DO IT ALREADY
Bambi: I don't think I want to be here for this.
JUST DO IT FUCKING
DO FUCKING IT JUST
HAVE WITH THE SEXINGS
Nick: I'm glad that's outside.
Elle: I'm glad you're inside!
Elle: Him, not you.
Elle: Wait, that's IT?!
All the pics were shit.
Elle: All our pics were shit.
Nick: Would shit again.
Elle: Not tonight, I have a coochache.
Nick: Workarounds can always be found.
Elle: *gross slobbering sounds resembling speech*
Elle: *squelches in vaguely verbal form*
Nick: You sucked my clothes on!
Elle: You think THAT sucked.
Elle: Will you complete my Aspiration therapy?
Nick: Why not, you're almost certainly about to drop out of existence.
Elle: I think I can feel it starting.
Nick: We'll always remember you, generic murderess.
Nick: For a given, atypical definition of "always."
Nick: I'm mad that my dialogue doesn't fit my prior characterization.
Elle: Including in that sentence.
Nick: Also even fake engagements freak me out a little.
Welp, we're floating away, see you.
Nick: You're not done yet, I can still see a dozen pics from where I'm standing.
Nick: Me, though, totally done.
Nick: Hey, know what sucks? Sucking.
Elle: Look at all these bagged flags I got!
Not a bad start.
For something I'm already certain I'll never finish.
Elle: Maybe if I impress you a lot in this chapter, you'll make use of me in the future!
Right, well, you've got fifteen more pics to impress me enough to overcome seven years of nonexistence.
Elle: You could incorporate me into Nick's storyline!
That would be more of an… incorpseration, though.
Elle: 'k, well, don't do that then.
Oh! You actually look good.
Now I wish you had a character.
Elle: I don't have a character?
First you were a cow, then you were crazy.
Now you're Princess Leia.
Elle: I hear there's an opening for that.
TOO SOON :'(
IT WILL ALWAYS BE TOO SOON :'(
Elle: Good! Making god cry. Great.
Grugly2013: Wait, did something happen to Carrie Fisher?
I just… I can't right now, dude.
Elle: So, even shower bribery's not gonna cut it, huh.
Look, if you're still alive now, and I honestly don't even remember, I'll give you something to do in G3.
Elle: That's all I can ask for.
No, you can ask for anything you like, you just probably won't get it.
Elle: I've gotten it enough for one day anyway.
Elle: In addition to all that giving I did.
Bambi: Are they done didding?
Bambi: Didding isn't a word yet! It could go right next to "diddling," which would be PERFECT!
I think you might be slightly overselling the whole "cured' angle with this look.
Elle: I like my booklook.
Well, thanks for whatever this was about.
Elle: We're all just jesters in the king's head.
Next time: we take a brief vacation.
Or rather, the characters do.
Me, no, I write a third chapter in one day because I'm BEHIND OH GOD I'M STILL BEHIND
This chapter depicts gameplay from 23 February 2013.