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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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[jumpthegun]

[ Concerned doctor mode engaged. He keeps his tone fairly light, though. ]

Just John'll work, mate! Feel like I ought to have a daytime television show getting called Dr. John.

[ It does take him a few seconds to figure out who 'Broken Keyboard and his dog girlfriend' are. ]

Pancakes sound lovely, though. Any reason they might not be? Sounds like there might be some trouble, Rhys. What is it?

cw barfies

[headjacked]

They were lovely going down. N-not so much coming back up.

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[jumpthegun]

Rhys. [Do you remember what your exasperated father used to sound like, Rhys? It's probably a lot like this tone.] How many pancakes have you been eating? You need to eat things apart from sweets. I know it feels better, but you need to think about what's going to make you sick.

[not here]

[phaseshifter]

[ audible in the background: ]

DON'T TELL HIM HOW TO LIVE HIS LIFE

[headjacked]

You can't blame the pancakes, D-- John, it wasn't their fault! En-entirely.





I eat other things.

[jumpthegun]

[He rolls his eyes at Angel's cry in the background.]

Don't doubt you do, but moderation's the key. Those pancakes weren't going anywhere, were they? Simple enough to make just a few and save the rest for the next day. You get pancakes over the long-term instead of just making yourself sick on them in the short-term.