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A downcast looking Noire appears on the Waifutron™.
Her once cozy attic apartment is now an absolute mess.
Laundry covers the floor, stacks of dog-eared pulp novels have been piled atop the furniture, and strewn about the place are dozens of empty bottles of White Paw orange flavoured seltzer beverage (0% alcohol).
>Points
>You want 'em, I got 'em
>And it ain't like I can do much with 'em
>Who they got me fightin' tonight? Givin' Jade's lil' girl sumthin' ta smile about? Maybe puttin' a bow on it for Cassie?
>Lillith, huh
>That's a tough one
>In a bit of a spot, aren't we? Hangin' on by the skin o' yer teeth, or whatever ya got goin' on under that mask
>I ain't gonna take a dive for ya, but I'd still ask that ya make it quick
>Jo, Jenn, May, and the Boston Crab said they'd take me out drinkin' afterward
>That's right, THE Boston Crab. Ain't even been here a Spaghetti Town minute and already I'm rubbin' shoulders with the elite
>Girls said sumthin' 'bout inductin' me inta their secret club
In a fit of anger Noire hurls a White Paw across the room where it collides with a tower of juice stained Mike Hammers.
>Look Lillith, I don't want it to end like this! Not for either of us!
>But I guess if somebody's gotta stomp on my dreams I'm glad it's you
>And I hope you ain't got no hard feelin's towards me if I send ya back to the kitchen
>Lord knows I'm gonna catch enough of those from the gals what gotta eat yer cookin'
