Bong. Bong.
<Did one of those word clouds for my account. Unsurprising.>

Bong... Bong, bong, "bong" bong. Bong...
<It's simply the title she deserves... and be glad you got out, Netzach has only gotten worse since not only becoming a human again, but gaining a "drinking buddy" in Sir Roland. At least he's no longer in charge of safety...>

Bong.
<What do you Mean.>

Bong?
<You called me, my Lady?>

BONG
<AUGH>

Bong. Bong.
<No. No it wasn't, at all.>

Bong. Bong.
<Ah. Send them my condolonces for the misfortune of such a thing.>

Bong? Bong. Bong? Bong.
<You've got illegal firearms, right? They're illegal for a reason. Honest suggestion? Take the shot.>

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Bong.
<Indeed we do.>

Bong. Bong. Bong.
<Hm. I see. It's you.>

Bong, bong. Bong...
<I was already going to make illegal firearms, so I don't really care. It is good that I won't have to worry my Lady, though...>

Bong...
<My Lady, you could never understand...>

Bong.
<Alas, I must still be jolly.>

Bong.
<Finally, I am no longer green.>

Bong. Bong... bong... bong...
<Hello. I am aware you offer certain... things, certain... changes...>

Bong, bong?
< @carmenlobotomy.bsky.social , may we talk?>

...
<...>

Grong... Grong...
<Sometimes, one must suffer for the sake of love... Alas, I am far too familiar with such things...>

Grong. Grong. Grong.
<Yes. Definitely. And you did not forcefully dye my hair.>

Grong.
<They turned me green.>

Bong.
<As you wish.>

Bong.
<Nuh uh.>

// yuri...

Bong.
<No, you really wouldn't.>

Bong. Bong.
<Irksome goose. I would have you seasoned and roasted.>

Bong. Bong.
<Ah. Apologies.>

Bong.
<I heard so from my Lady.>

Bong... bong?
<If I recall correctly, from her perspective it was... one million, or so?>

...Bong?
<...You do know I had copies of all your training manuals in my locker, right?>