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Now the only problem with this new interpretation of the text is that this doesn’t seem safe for the girls. You don’t want them to actually fight, either verbally or physically, they all should be friends! Friends who need to tease Carol for being an asshat.
Anyway, your mind is drifting away, the mental mist clouds your thoughts, but you cannot let yourself be taken away without doing something. Philonune is encouraging you into action, but what can you do in this state? You’ll have to channel your last bit of energy, whatever is left in the tank, to perform your final action of the night.
You pull the final third of the slice of cake that is left. Lock on your target: the gap between Emily’s delicious lips. Take a moment to focus. Out of nowhere, a voice instructs you on how to aim. It’s Perfect Billy Buonanotte’s, the member of the Motley Crew you saved a couple of days ago, he’s telling you how to do this. For a moment you wondered why you are hallucinating about him of all people, then you recall he has perfect aim… You apologize for forgetting his gimmick and follow his instructions. <span class="mu-s">And you launch your final strike</span>
“Listen to me, Vortexia. I’m not your enemy, I want the best for—” Emily stops talking when the dessert enters her mouth. She eats it without thinking. “<span class="mu-i">Huh?!</span>” She’s starting to feel the heat. “Where did that come from? Carol?!”
“<span class="mu-i">It wasn’t me!</span>” Carol the Dastardly idol refuses to take responsibility for something she didn’t do.
“Who else could it be? Johnny is <span class="mu-i">asleeeep~</span>.” Emily covers her mouth to stop moaning.
“You’re in no condition to take care of him either.” Clutz smirks.
Emily is right, you’re anything but conscious… You listen to what they are saying, but you can’t internalize it anymore. It’s all noise. Your eyes can only distinguish shadowy figures in the tiny gap between your eyelids, the girls look like the hottest Psychiatrist test. You’re not much longer for this world.
This is the end of a chaotic day…
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>Sleep like you’ve been trying to do. You’ll help the girls in the morning.
>Let Tired Johnny take control now. Like, for real. You weren’t 100% silly before. But now? Chains are off.
>Ask Debbie for help. Maybe she can energize you somehow…
>Write In.
