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F!

Today's word is F!

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Isn't this Sesame Street?

...Why are you so colorful?

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Try being all monotone...

Like that one chick.

You know what they say. Pain will set you free.

Who are you? Stop swirling.

It already.

Um. peere ad off answers.

Stop solid.

He blinks.

I'm not solid...

Well. You're. .. Unless you're the or a or something..

OOooo. Sentient illusion? That sounds neat.

I'm a consciousness that is inhabiting this body.

Such is the source of all my power...and all my misery.

onk of anytcause e so is.

. Consciousnebodies, ell, noere they are.

No...

He removes his glasses, and throws them to the floor. The cybernetic parts of his body go stiff while the flesh portions go limp, and he tips over, crashing to the ground.

The eyeglasses do a little dance, and fly up to her head.

Delirium applauds, beaming.

Wow. I asses th do ke that. But they from me or or . I don't have them anymore,.

So maybe she's not so bright as she is colorful. The glasses perch on her face, and the lenses show images that tell a story of a man who's spirit can possess metal.

Delirium seems pretty much as impassive as ever; it is, after all, only in her nature. Still, she cocks her head, in a distant sort of interest.

Hm. n't previously anim. Or at least. . . But you That's... . Although . I guess.

Hank stands again; the glasses drop to the ground; melt away and disperse.

Who are you?

Um. fish. . But not , so I'm .

Delirium? Death's sister?

TELL HER TO KILL ME.

You'll to . howays goes.

He flies away, abruptly.

he refers to me, sister.
he has been one of mine.

.. That's why he was mentioning . I soul.

"yes." She says though not unkindly.

Your words make a pretty rainbow.

They ,.

Red and yellow and pink and green
Orange and purple and blue
I can sing a rainbow
Sing a rainbow
Sing a rainbow to you! *She sang.*

Why do you feel fractured?
What's fracutured mean?

Sing a rainbow,
is broken I am.

Good job!

Why are you frac- fract- broken?

Because. .. My mind ie. And I kimes thatd don't knoes that I sy weird.

Whenever I feel broken, I hug my teddy bear until I feel unbroken.

I have a ually. . He's sort of e. Or maybe I've. ...

Oh. *frowns* That's sad.

Do you want to borrow one of my teddies til you finded him again?

It's kind of... So he'll soon. Or . Or maybe.

That. nd everything.

Well, that's good!

You can borrow this one. (http://media.sayitwithbears.co.uk/img/bears/1221big.jpg) His name's Sammy.

Are you all right?

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Is there anything I can do?