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[lass of something much]

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I just realized I could have been posting here from the start...

[Sebias of Redwall]

*Zrovz a Tenniz bav tae ze next pozter*

*Swoops in and catches it*

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I just realized I could have been posting here from the start...

Why is that sad?

[shisteer of nothing much]

Because she wasn't.

[Sebias of Redwall]

Ohhhhhhhhhh. Never mind. I had misread that. *Cough* Anyway. How is everyone? *Throws tennis ball*

[shisteer of nothing much]

*is hit by tennis ball and flung to the other side of the topic, where I hit the wall with full force and slide slowly down to the floor. Lies there, groaning* I was fine, before you threw that tennis ball at me. You don't know your own strength. (I know you won't get that reference, but it's there anyway)

[Sebias of Redwall]

(You're right. I don't have a clue where that is from )

*Runs over* Need a paw?

[shisteer of nothing much]

(Asterix and Obelix)

Not really. I plan to just die, right here and now, preferably.

[Sebias of Redwall]

(Ah.)

Mm. That doesn't sound healthy. As a friend, I must not allow you to harm yourself.

[shisteer of nothing much]

I didn't harm myself, you did. My plans do not involve inflicting harm, but merely reacting to the harm that was previously inflicted.

[Sebias of Redwall]

True. But the pain I inflicted was not fatal in any way. So if you were going to allow yourself to die, it would mean that you would have to inflict harm on yourself in some way.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Incorrect, my dear friend. In throwing that ball at me, you crushed my intestines, broke all of my ribs, one of which stabbed my lung, caused my brain to bash against the inside of my skull, severely damaging it, and, finally, you broke my neck. *coughs blood*

[lass of something much]

And you know this...How?....I'm telling @Verdie on you!

@Verdauga! Teer is trying to get killed all the waaay deaaaad!!!

[Captain Wortshire]

In this forum, hardly anybody actually dies...

[lass of something much]

*shrugs*

[shisteer of nothing much]

*coughs more blood* T-tell @Verdauga that *coughs* that I love him. *is struggling to breath* A-and t-tell @Kade Rivok that- *heart is slowing down* that I'm sorry. I- I was going to sing at his wedding... *inhales with difficulty* but it's too late now. *dies*