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*Sounds of vomiting and crying*
Vortex: Three days catatonic. That is actually not too bad. The last person I trained spent nearly a month in a coma.
*More puking noises.*
Vortex: Admittedly, his world was not involved in some of the twisted shit Earth Bet does. War crimes sure, but Parahumans have issues.
Taylor: No shit Sherlock! Oh God!
*Dry heaves sound through the air.*
Vortex:...do you want some water? You're going to be a dehydrated mummy at this rate.
Taylor: No random drinks! No strange drugs! No sex, ever! Argh!
*Pukes some more*
Vortex: *winces* Fully understand how kinky biotinkers can get huh?
Taylor: Panacea is a fucking freak! Bonesaw makes too many things with too many edges! Blasto... actually his weed wasn't bad and I wasn't his type so he's okay. But still!!!
Vortex: Yeah, something tells me you need some vacation time. How about we go to that nice planet with the World Tree and chill there for a few months?
Opening the door, Taylor Hebert glared at him, face wet from a quick rinse: I want to hit something. NOW!
Vortex: Right, random asteroid belt of random destruction for the win!