[ immediately crossing into the plague zone, sorry bud. he is just not worried about it. putting down a glass of water, and bottle of rum, just like nice brought for him. ]
Like I said-- I'm not much of a drink to numb the pain kind of person. Doesn't work that well for me. But for you, might make it easier to get some sleep?
Yeah. They... erased my memories. So I basically did just what they wanted. It was easy to get under my skin because it was like I didn't exist anymore.
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Please note he has created a quarantine zone around his couch-bed with foot stools. Do not cross into the plague area.]
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Look a bit rough there.
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I've been better.
...I got that message. About a Fear Factor challenge.
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Yeah? You end up going somewhere?
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Yeah. I didn't remember who I was. And now it's hard to remember who I was there.
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[ hey, him too. ]
Think those things are designed to shake you up. Make you do things you wouldn't normally think to.
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Want some? Does it help?
[He gestures to the rum. ]
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[ a half shrug. ]
Like I said-- I'm not much of a drink to numb the pain kind of person. Doesn't work that well for me. But for you, might make it easier to get some sleep?
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Maybe. I'm... kind of a lightweight.
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[ taking his, swirling it around the glass. ]
... They mess with your head? Try and get under your skin?
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