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[cheerupemoborg]

Why. Can't. I. EAT?!

[The kitchen gets way too much abuse, seriously. It's the lobby all over again: counters are cracked, cupboards doors hanging and broken... Strangely, the recently recovered microwave is untouched.

There's Hank, standing in front of the open fridge, stuffing as much crap into his craw that he possibly can. He doesn't seem to swallowing any of it, he just kind of... stuffs it in his jaw, and smears it all over his face.

And all over the journal. Have fun with those ketchup stains.]

Hey, where's the peanut butter?

ooc: More loss.

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ac..tion....

[midget]

[ Evangeline just wanted some cherry cola.

What the hell is going on here? ]

[cheerupemoborg]

[Food.

Everywhere.]

[midget]

[ Why does this sort of thing always happen to her? What is her life? ...Well, unlife. ]

Hey.

You're going to clean this up, aren't you?

[cheerupemoborg]

[He takes one look at her and is suddenly overcome with terror.]

Good lord!

Look at that head!

[midget]

What!?

[cheerupemoborg]

[Oh jesus is it getting bigger]

HIT THE DECK! It's gonna blow!

[midget]

My head is not getting bigger! Or going to blow! Would you knock it off!? Do you have a death wish!?

[cheerupemoborg]

DON'T LIE TO ME!

...Yes.

[wheatdos]

[Insert a passerby. Wheatley sort've slinks into the kitchen to get an apple. As he's doing this, he just sort've stares at him. He sort've wonders if it's safe to even say anything...]

"Uhhh..."

[A really cautious eye narrow]

"Areeeeee youuuuuu okay, mate?"

[cheerupemoborg]

[He tops and stares back. To Hank, it kinda looks like Wheatley's face is melting.]

Who sent you?

[wheatdos]

[He leans away slowly]

"...I... sent myself?"

[He's still leaning away.... eyes narrowing slightly. Oh god he's so confused... and a little frightened.]

"Uh, pardon my uh... uh, intrusion but you don't look so good. Maaaaaaaaaaaybe you should get yourself looked at."

[cheerupemoborg]

Yeah right, says the guy whose face is melting!

[wheatdos]

"WHAT??? ARE- AHHHH!"

[He touches his face and freaks out]

"MY FACE? ARE YOU SURE MATE?
Wh-what do I do to make it stop??! WHAT, CAN- CAN YOU FIX IT! FIX IT FIX IT FIX IT!"

[cheerupemoborg]

No! Help yourself!

Go to the... clinic or soemthing.

[Aaaaand now to Hank it looks like Wheatley's body is expanding.]

And go pop somewhere else!