phantom: *drops in out of literal nowhere with his arms crossed like cu does whenever archer is around* Greetings operator codename “Beagle” I seem to have gotten lost on my way to the “Jamba Juice” that is purportedly on “Roads Island”. Might you guide me on my way
beagle: (in actual tears)
fang: We call it rhodes island actually, also, excuse me, who are you
phantom: *typing in “rhodes island jamba juice” on google maps and waiting for it to load* Haha whoops Silly me. The phantom of the opera is here inside your jamba juice soon.
fang: Can you at least tell me why everything you say is purple.
phantom: Heh… Alas, it is the curse placed upon me, the originium shards in my throat that turn my voice into a lullaby of death… Before Roads Island
phantom: Before Rhodes Island I was doomed to being a dove of mourning, trapped eternally on the stage of the night. Yet I stand before you now, my voice inhibited by this “Blue Bracelet” given to me by the good doctor, enabling me to sing again… I merely pay the cost of mild discomfort, my singing sounding like a JPEG version of itself, my neck getting sweaty under the band, and yes… my words turning purple
lava: *kicks the door down*
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