<font colour=#52759B size=1 face=verdana>the drugs wear off and insanity returns</font> -- hospice

The voices grew angry, they stirred in battle, in protest, displeased. They returned to me, bringing the insanity back to me again, annoyed at being disrupted from their game with the voices of written in red. The alabaster infidel meandered forwards eyeing the surrounding beings cautiously before approaching the copper pigmented masculine with a questioning expression unmasked upon her facial features.
Huh? We're going to war? What? Was I asleep when this decision was made?
An expression of mock annoyance crossed the face of the unorthodox being before contorting into an expression of nonchalance. A brief brush is granted to written in red curious as to why their presence here was deemed necessary? My questions are in urgent need of answers before the cavalry arrive.
You spoilt my little party for this shabby get up? Ken, the drugs are starting to wear off now, the voices are returning. They're a little displeased, seems they liked their little reunion with your voices, they didn't want to split. In fact neither did I, I rather liked our little alone time. Hmmmf, you left me all alone with only the voices for comfort, naughty Ken. Barbie isn't happy. When we get home we must continue where we left off...

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I wish they would take me as I am