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"Too late. I'm attached to her for life now. Or at least for the next couple hours before I forget all of this ever happened." THE NARRATOR: Stop that. "In fact… I think…" THE NARRATOR: Don't. Don't say it. "I may be falling in love." THE NARRATOR: Shut up. VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: You literally JUST met her. "You can't JUDGE me for LOVING, narrators!" THE NARRATOR: Oh, I'll judge you however I like. Do you even realize what you're doing? Killing everyone, killing yourself, all for this… this monster? "…People call ME a monster." THE PRINCESS: Oh no, are you okay? "You've been telling me to come down here and kill her… But all this time, she was just like ME." THE NARRATOR: I only called her that because for her it's true. She's an existential threat to our entire universe. You're not that. You're a real living being.

"GURGLE MASTER: MASTER OF GURGLE. I SPEAK TO THEE." THE NARRATOR: The Princess's eyes widen. VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: —ou—hey, what was that? I wasn't even done speaking. "What do you mean? Nothing happened. Don't worry about it. :)" VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: I don't like that. THE PRINCESS: I… just felt something. A change? THE PRINCESS: Did you feel it, too? THE PRINCESS: … THE PRINCESS: Were you trying to speak to me? "SHE GETS ME!! SHE GETS ME!!! [Happy garbling noises]" VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: She just asked if you were speaking to her. That doesn't sound like she 'got' you to me. THE PRINCESS: I'm sorry, I don't know exactly what you're saying. VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: See? THE PRINCESS: But I think… I can kind of get the gist. THE PRINCESS: You just want me to understand you, don't you? To be understood. "You were saying?" VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: Oh come on, that doesn't mean anything. She could guess that. It doesn't mean she actually understood you in any way. THE PRINCESS: I can't say that's not familiar to me… THE PRINCESS: And you seem happy that I got that. "Narrators… I-I think…" "I'm starting to form a BOND with her." THE NARRATOR: No. No, you are not. VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: All this over gurgle-guessing? "Gurgle MASTERY." "I told you. She's a Master. One of the best there is." VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: Again, she doesn't actually— THE PRINCESS: Oh. Thank you. THE PRINCESS: I'm not entirely sure for what, I just… felt like I should say that. VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: …God fucking dammit. "Believe me now?" VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: How the HELL did she— THE NARRATOR: I'm nipping this in the bud before it goes any further. Of all the things you could do here, forming a 'bond' is possibly the worst. You're not doing that because she is a heartless monster that will cause doom and destruction to everything you know and love. Anything you think you may have with her is built on nothing more than lies and manipulation.

"She doesn't have to understand my words to understand my message." VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: And what message is that, exactly? You realize you've barely even been talking to her, pretty much just us. Even if she COULD somehow translate what you were saying, she'd STILL think you're insane. "…It was a hidden message. You have to be REALLY good at Gurgle to understand it." VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: Last I checked, 'Gurgle' isn't a language. "Well, it is. Not my fault you don't know anything." VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: It ISN'T. "It's okay to admit when you're wrong, y'know." "Insisting like this just makes you look stupid." VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: That's RICH coming from y—

"You're all so mean to me. I bet the Princess LOVES my gurgling." VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: You'd be hard-pressed to find anyone who TOLERATES it, let alone 'loves' it. "Maybe you two just have bad taste." VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: Bad taste in gurgling? "Exactly." VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: Uh-huh. "Unlike her. Her taste is REFINED." "She'll recognize my skill." VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: You don't even know her. "I know a professional Gurgle Master when I see one." VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: One: that is not, has never been, nor will ever be a thing, no matter how many times you break into the 'Jobs House' trying to make it into one. Which, by the way, isn't a thing either, and the poor civilians whose homes you enter and harass relentlessly have NO power to do any of that. VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: Two: I SINCERELY doubt she has understood any of your babbling thus far. She can't read your mind like we can. "You don't know that." "And—wait, you can read my mind?" VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: I'M LITERALLY FROM YOUR IMAGINATION— THE NARRATOR: Oh for the love of—fine! You can babble! It doesn't matter! But please, for the sake of everything would you stop arguing and do something already? This conversation is inane. "Oh, I'm doing something, alright." "I'm proving you WRONG." THE NARRATOR: You turn your head, the shackle still held between your teeth, and look up at the Princess. THE NARRATOR: She stares at you. Her expression is unreadable. "Fuck. Real-narrator, what does it say?" VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: What? "The words on her face. What do they say?" VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: The what? "You KNOW I don't know how to read." "You're supposed to help meeeee… :(" VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: Her face doesn't have words on it, though. WHY would her face have words? "I dunno, that's just what the British one said." THE NARRATOR: Hold on, is this because I said her expression was 'unreadable'? Seriously? THE NARRATOR: That was a figure of speech. It means you can't tell what she's thinking or feeling. Understand now? "Not really." THE NARRATOR: …We're all doomed. "Hey. Princess. Do you understand me?" THE NARRATOR: She doesn't respond.

Gnaw at her chains like a wild animal. THE NARRATOR: Really? That's your plan? THE NARRATOR: Whatever. You crouch, leaning over a section of the Princess's chain that touches the ground. Your earlier bruises make your position slightly painful, but unfortunately, not painful enough to deter you. THE PRINCESS: Are you going to free me? Thank you, thank you! THE NARRATOR: You lower your head and despite all that is reasonable, bite down, trying desperately—and in vain—to gnaw through. "Is it working?" (Speak with your mouth full) THE NARRATOR: Your words come out garbled and incomprehensible. THE NARRATOR: No, it's not working. That's what 'in vain' means. Did you expect it to fall apart in just one bite? "…Maybe." THE NARRATOR: It's a steel chain. It wouldn't be keeping the Princess down here if it were that flimsy. "Okay, but what if it WAS?" THE NARRATOR: Would you please stop talking with that thing in your mouth? I know what you're trying to say, but I'd rather not listen to your gurgling. VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: It's probably weirding out the Princess, too. It's weirding out ME.

"You mean you're letting me lay eggs in your royal princess castle?" THE PRINCESS: I guess that's an option, sure. THE PRINCESS: I don't actually remember if I have a castle, or where it would be, but I probably do, right? THE PRINCESS: I think if I leave, I'll be able to find my way home. It's nice having someone to talk to for once, so I don't mind if you want to join me. VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: Man, she must be REALLY desperate if she's willing to promise you that. VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: Normally I'd say to cut your losses and leave her here instead of killing her, but considering the evil voice that's out for her and the whole lonely tragedy here, I don't think I would feel good about that. VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: …To be clear, this means I think you should at least try to help her. You've gotta have at least SOME tiny ounce of empathy in that heart of yours, right? THE NARRATOR: I cannot overstate how terribly catastrophic that would be. VOICE OF THE NARRATOR: Does this guy EVER shut up?

"Just so you know, I'm VERY pregnant." THE PRINCESS: I… see. That's fine. THE PRINCESS: Congratulations? "Thank you." THE PRINCESS: You're welcome. "You see, I've been looking for somewhere to lay my eggs." "The best place." THE PRINCESS: Oh. Is that why you came here? "I'm going to be a PARENT." THE PRINCESS: I-I'm sure you'd want a nicer place than this to have them though, right? THE PRINCESS: It sounds really important to you, and I just want to leave. If you can figure out these chains, maybe we could look for somewhere together?