... ALRIGHT. THAT'S EVERYTHING. THAT'S EVERYTHING I HAD IN MY VERBILESAC, AT THE MOMENT. I THINK I'VE PURGED MOST OF THE TOXINS THAT WERE IN THE CAKE. NOT IMPROVING THE STATE OF MY FUCKING PAINT-STRIPPED THINKPAN, BUT I PHYSICALLY CANNOT VOMIT ANY MORE THAN THIS. THAT WAS CATHARTIC. I THINK I'M GOING TO LOSE WHATEVER ARTICULATION I STILL YET POSSESS WITHIN THE NEXT FEW MINUTES, SO. I'M CHAINING MYSELF TO A DRESSER WITH A SKITTERCYCLE LOCK. WHOEVER WANTS TO DO ME THE FAVOR OF KILLING ME AS SOON AS I WAKE UP TOMORROW, JUST MAKE SURE YOU DO IT AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE. THANK YOU. GOOD LIGHT.
Kult: +32
Kull: +15
Total: 47
Ratio: 2.13