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[headjacked]

Heyyyyyyyy, kiddo, you've reached me. Me who is Rhys. Anyway, not sure why you're trying to get in contact with the king of the dweebs, but I'm sure you've got your reasons. Reasons you should probably re-examine. I'm just sayin'.

Last chance to back out.

No?

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

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[youarethebandits]

[gj bluejack he is definitely annoyed]

Oh, you know, not much. Wondering how the hell they managed to make the AI version of me a complete frickin' moron, mostly.

[headjacked]

[ Well I mean his creator is a guy who was killed by stairs, so. Uh.

YEAH. ]

Don't be a hater, dear.

[youarethebandits]

Did you just- you did, didn't you.

[He's shaken out of his rage for a moment by sheer incredulity.]

You're memeing at me while you're holding my daughter prisoner. That's an actual thing that you're doing.

[headjacked]

Your daughter? Huh, do NOT remember signing over sole custody... OR. Holding her in a basement, tied up and gagged, with her only communication device stolen from her.

Only TOTAL shitstains would do all of that, am I right?

[youarethebandits]

If I'm a total shitstain, what does that make you? You're not just repeating my mistake, you've taken her best friend from her. You think she'll ever forgive you for that?