Audience: Sheila Hammond

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Comments

[toesies]

I lost a femur in the driveway once so I can't even be mad at you. Fuck.

[AHHHHH SHE HATES THIS SHE LOST TEN YEARS OF HER IMMORTAL LIFE GLUTTONY]

Okay, well. Now that the trial is over, are you allowed to give us a hint as to what actually happened? Because I would love to get an hour with the bitch who killed a teenager.

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[STOP, THE SKULL WAS AN ACCIDENT!!!]

Unfortunately, all I am able to say is they are among you. It was their decision to do what they did for the sake of their goal. Perhaps you may be able to suss them out.

[toesies]

[SHE WILL STOP BULLYING THEM but this is not how she expected the himbofication of gluttony to go, my god.]

Then they better hope I'm not the one who susses them out. Because if I do, I'm going to rip out their throat and eat my way through their guts like it's Thanksgiving. [A beat, as she sort of makes a little "yum!" gesture.] ... And then I'd frame the evil robot for it or something. It's a work in progress.

[probe]

[sorry, but there's

a little bit of a pfft that comes from the hood.]

Do you not care for, ah... "Mister" HK-47?

[toesies]

He may have fucked the elevator, threatens people on a daily basis, and makes high school students punch people, so... no.

[probe]

It is not my place to say, but if I may be so bold: I do not care for him either. In the slightest.

[toesies]

Whoa! Look at you! That feels like a big, old fuck you, robot coming from someone like you.

[probe]

He is particularly unpleasant, both in personality and... craftsmanship.

[toesies]

Preach! And the way he talks? Whoever thought that was a brilliant idea must be fun at parties.