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[yellowhasthechest]

[But! :(]

I guess that makes sense.

[meteorstorm]

[ we are not that close yet, woman ]

About as much sense as any of us make.

[yellowhasthechest]

[I don't have to be in them with you. This time.]

As a whole you don't make much sense at all. You're contradicting yourselves all the time.

[meteorstorm]

[ I don't go around making it habit to roll around in girls' beds for no apparent reason ]

And yet, that's what makes us tick.

[yellowhasthechest]

[You have a reason! You smell better than our fabric softener.]

Not making any damn sense?

[meteorstorm]

[ that is kind of creepy, you realize that? ]

That's one way of putting it.

[yellowhasthechest]

[Oh, shut up, it's a compliment.]

How would you put it, then?

[meteorstorm]

[ that doesn't make it any less weird ]

Logically illogical.

[yellowhasthechest]

[Be nice to me. Laughing some.]

See? Contradicting.

[meteorstorm]

I didn't say it wasn't.

[yellowhasthechest]

Doesn't it ever get exhausting?

[meteorstorm]

You have no idea.

[yellowhasthechest]

[Laughing again.]

At least you can admit it.

[meteorstorm]

We're taught one thing and then someone comes around and tells you something entirely different.

[yellowhasthechest]

Someone really ought to standardize things.

[meteorstorm]

It's standardized right up until you go to do something different where all the original rules you learned don't apply.

[yellowhasthechest]

Then why teach you the original rules?

[meteorstorm]

Because at some point in time, someone said we had to.

[yellowhasthechest]

Do you do everything "someone" says you have to?

[meteorstorm]

To a point.

[yellowhasthechest]

No wonder you were a target.

[meteorstorm]

[ wait, what? ]

Target?

[yellowhasthechest]

The Zangyack Empire decided it wanted the whole universe, so it's been working its way through, taking over planets who will obey and leaving nothing -- or at least, not a lot -- alive on the ones who resist.

[meteorstorm]

So you fled to some backwater little planet in the far reaches on the universe.

[ this is the story I am getting out of this ]

[yellowhasthechest]

[Flatly.] No.

I stayed on my own planet. Eventually I left, but I wasn't running. [Not from that, anyway.]