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[callmemeg]

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[callmemeg]

It's all just a farce, if you ask me. Like we're all just here to be someone's twisted form of entertainment.

[toesies]

We really should have asked to see a contract first.

[callmemeg]

Shoulda, coulda, woulda.

[ meg sighs. ]

And here I thought I had nothing left to lose.

[toesies]

[She gives her a sympathetic look.]

I won't ask unless you want to talk about the sad backstory implied in that statement.

[callmemeg]

[ poor sheila is just a normal milf among all these crazy cartoons and shit ]

Oh, you know how it goes. You sell your soul once, and you lose all sense of what really matters.

[toesies]

No... I would really not know how that goes.

[callmemeg]

That's good!

[ no, she. she really means it this time. ]

I hope it stays that way.

[toesies]

Yeah, so do I? What the fuck! Are you going to be okay?

[callmemeg]

[ meg just gives a blase shrug! ]

As okay as a prisoner of the god of death can be, I suppose. I'm alive, anyway.

[toesies]

Please, tell me you have some plan to back the fuck out of that deal.

[callmemeg]

[ she just. gestures to room at large? ]

This is the plan.

[toesies]

Oh, thank god.

[callmemeg]

I’ve had enough of thanking gods for one lifetime.

[ sigh! ]

It’s not like we’ll know how well it’ll work until we’re done with this whole charade, anyway. But I don’t mind being someone else’s puppet if it means getting away from him for a bit.