damn dawg, you hit the jack pot. literally.

well it don't feel like it.

damn i wish it was me man, why'd everyone else have to go before me, man.

don't let the other guys hear you say that, bro, you're gonna get in some deep shit.

what? they already know, dude, everyone has their profiles and shit, and it ain't like we didn't do that awkward ass introduction shit.

yeah, yeah, whatever. shut up.

it's been 7 days, dave. 7 days. maybe you're just not meant to die.

what's with y'all bettarians and seeking death, anyway?

it's a glorious thing, to pass on, to see the other side. once we reach the proper age, we will start to instinctively seek the opportunity for death. it's not as suicidal as you think it is, dave, stop thinking like a human.

hey man, if that's a kink thing, that's for y'all to figure out.

it's not a kink, dawg, it's like puberty. i just tend to want to die. you ok?

yeah, i'm just purple and swollen and itchy and headache and everything. i'll survive.

yeah, i sure am glad we had some boahrod anti-venom on hand. it saved your life, good call on packing it. i keep forgetting that humans don't have shells.

yeah, well, we're just insides growing on the outside, there's no logic to this world.

that must fuckin' suck, not being able to crawl up buildings and upside down.

yeah, well, four limbs is enough.

i suppose so.