#pg135

-- tentacleTherapist [TT] fuckin started pesterin ectoBiologist [EB] at 17:08 --

TT: It be lookin like you managed ta retrieve tha beta. Excellent. TT: I be goin ta try ta connect. 

EB: whoa aiiight but i just gots da most thugged-out phat present.  

TT: Da rabbit, biatch? 

EB: SO SWEET. 

TT: I've heard talez of dis wretched creature often. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Its Homeric legend is practically ensconced up in tha fold of mah underground mythologizzle by now, nahmeean, biatch? 

EB: ha ha, what, biatch?

TT: Why don't we focus on tha matta at hand, biatch? 

EB: oh tha game, ok. EB: i don't straight-up know how tha fuck dis works. what tha fuck be i even lookin at here, biatch? 

TT: Yo ass is hustlin tha client application. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I be hustlin tha server, so I be tha host user n' shit. I have established a cold-ass lil connection wit you, biatch. This is sufficient fo' our asses ta play tha game. 

EB: oh, aiiight then. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. 

TT: Why don't we git started?