PC WITH SHEILA

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[Yeah, touch that cloob.]

Ah, I can't say? Mmm, honestly, a lot of people thought I was scary, so...I wouldn't call it "good"...

[More like intimidating.]

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No, more like she would be mad she wasn't invited. Which, for obvious reasons, is not something any mother wants for her daughter.

[Between you horny clowns and teen murder...]

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...Oh.

[Well, then.]

And your...spouse? Do you have one?

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Well, maybe you should just tell those people to fuck off.

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[LOOKS AT HER LIKE SHE HAS GROWN ANOTHER HEAD]

Sheila, isn't that terribly rude?

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[Sometimes... your daughter is just Like That.]

Yeah, happily married for two decades.

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Not if they were being rude first.

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How wonderful.

[But...]

Your...spouse isn't here with you?

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You're far more bold than this humble priest is, Sheila. I could never...

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It's the 21st century. Spouses are allowed to do stuff without each whenever they want.

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Of course you could. [PAT PAT PATS THEIR CLOOB ENCOURAGINGLY.] Let lose! Flip somebody off! Tell them to go fuck themselves! Swap their sugar with salt!

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...

[The cloob is the new titty stress ball in this game, apparently.]

Well, maybe the last one?

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That's...well, that's powerful?

[POWERFUL 21ST CENTURY SPOUSES]

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Oh, that's a good one. Absolutely recommend it.

[glad she is still drunk and vibing in their arms while touching a cloob.]

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[This is the way life should be lived.]

...You sound like you've had experience.

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Yeah... My roommate pissed me off, so I got even.

[Why does she sound so happy, like she's reminiscing...]

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Sheila, I realize you're a lot more chaotic than I gave you credit for.

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What does that mean?

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Ahaha, its not an insult! It is just that you are open to doing whatever you please. Its quite refreshing.

W1 POST CYOA

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Sheila...

[Oh, here comes a abnormally tall priest! Douman approaches almost meekly, bowing their head as they look her over. Though...they don't seem in a good state either, what with visible scratches and bruises over some of their visible skin.]

What the fuck happened to all of you?

[...........Yeah, Rudeness is still in effect.]

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[You know it has been a long day when all the rudeness effect gets out of her is a brief smile and nothing else.]

I could ask the same to you. Who scratched you up?

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Ahaha...

[That's a bit of a seemingly sheepish look.]

Someone who wanted to practice their fighting skills. [Anyways!] Where did you all go? It looked rather...gory?

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[She raises an eyebrow, but ultimately accepts that answer.]

I wish I knew the answer to that question, myself. All I know is I was minding my own business, and then I woke up surrounded by tetanus hazards.

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[Douman wants to ask what the tetanis hazards are, but...probably not super important. Maybe.]

And the others were there with you?

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Same boat, I think. Harrowhark was not happy to wake up like that, let me tell you.