♕ quatre; [voice->text] (chip removal request)

[crotchroses]

[Coughing, disgruntled French grumbling along with it. Anyone who listens hard enough and who can speak French might catch words like "stupid phone" and "no one will understand this anyway. I never want to speak English again."

After some fumbling noises, France switches to text.]

Many apologies to the confusion that bastard who pretended to be me might have caused!

I have two things I must announce so please read carefully:

1. I am in Dissimulo and will leave to return to Discedo by the weekend.

2. I wish to have that godforsaken chip removed. Are there any capable surgeons in Discedo who would be willing to assist with this? I would be more than happy to trade for your services.

Thank you!~

[voice; locked to Germany]

... [Dead air...]

I must speak with you, Allemagne.

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[fierybluebird]

Damn it, I know exactly how that feels. He wouldn't even let you pay him back either I bet.

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[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Non, because he's a stubborn jackass!

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[fierybluebird]

I still say a date then.

[Sighs.] All right, what is something really nice you could do for him that he couldn't refuse, couldn't turn down or avoid, and he'd still really like, but it wouldn't actually kill you to do?

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[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

. . .


















I could eat his cooki--


Wait, what am I saying?


That would kill me.

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[fierybluebird]

[Laughs.]

Well is there a little bit you could eat without dying? Maybe one thing he can cook well?

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[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

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[fierybluebird]

That bad huh?

Act really well?

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[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

His food is poison. Do not ever agree to eat it, you will be sick. I-- I wish I was exaggerating that one nation could destroy something so wonderful as the culinary arts, but...

I would sooner cut out my own tongue.