Hellown: fuck its cold here
Hellown: fuck you southerly wind
Hellown: be careful you dont all speak over each other.
Quinn Oron: Shh.
tradik: We're secretly planning your eventual downfall and banishment to antartica, Hell.
Quinn Oron: No, we're not!
Quinn Oron: (Trad, he's right there.)
tradik: (He'll never suspect it now! The deception is perfect.)
Quinn Oron: (Aye! He can't hear our thoughts when we think of brackets.)
tradik: (Diabolical, isn't it?)
Quinn Oron: (Rather.)
Hellown: fuck you southerly wind
Hellown: be careful you dont all speak over each other.
Quinn Oron: Shh.
tradik: We're secretly planning your eventual downfall and banishment to antartica, Hell.
Quinn Oron: No, we're not!
Quinn Oron: (Trad, he's right there.)
tradik: (He'll never suspect it now! The deception is perfect.)
Quinn Oron: (Aye! He can't hear our thoughts when we think of brackets.)
tradik: (Diabolical, isn't it?)
Quinn Oron: (Rather.)