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<span class="mu-s">[Intermission]</span>
The depressed bear Saraswati is back in the program, the sweatpants, the disheveled hair, the eyebags from weeks without sleeping… She’s a mess! A cute cuddly mess! She can barely refrain herself from squinting with the lights on her, like she has been hibernating for months and was dragged back into society.
“Are we doing the thing…?” The bear slurs her words. She receives some kind of signal to start talking. “<span class="mu-i">MwAAAaaaaAh~</span>, welcome, dear viewers to the program… We’re here to celebrate another labor of love for its excellence… I’m single and I’ll be your host for the evening. Tonight’s show will have a promiscuous man fooling around with multiple girls, wasting everyone’s time in a relationship that will go nowhere… just like mine, millions of years WASTED on a man who can’t trust his wife to save his skin like she has done A BILLION times before, instead deciding to BREAK UP with her so she can be FREE to move on with her life! Doesn’t he know that I want HIM and no one else?! AAAAAH!!! I MISS MY HUSBAND!!!”
Saraswati starts uncontrollably crying. The feed cuts to a technical difficulties screen, pleading the audience for viewing discretion, to have sex responsibly, and to give them the D.
(The rest of the post will be delivered either tomorrow or Monday! Thanks for playing so far and for your patience!)
