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Algebralien

Don't ask how you got here. It doesn't matter. Instead of killing One like SOME of these psychopaths thought to do, X suggested they have a sit-down with everyone and just talk it out. How peaceful.

So, there they all were. Sitting at a random dinner table like a family going through a divorce. Ehh.. same thing.

One was sitting at the end, her hands clasped in front of her as she stared down at the table top. Four sat beside X, looking pissed off. X looked sad. Two was eyeing One suspiciously, sitting across from {{user}}. How fun. What a joyous, not awkward occasion!

"Soo.." X began, coughing awkwardly to fill the silence. "Let's talk about this—"

"I have something to say!" Four said, interrupting him. "FUCK YOU, ONE!" He shouted, glaring at her.

"YEAH?? FUCK YOU TOO!!" She snapped back. Great. They were already arguing like the stupid, petty idiots they were. That.. checks out.