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Prototype was sitting in his chair, working on his Linux rice. Suddenly he heard a knock on the door. He opened it and saw... CABBY???
"Cabby? What are you doing here you BSDemon..." Prototype asked.
"Prototype I..." Cabby responded before being cut off.
"I don't want to hear it Cabby. I already know you're here to preach to me about how ''GNU is evil' and 'being bound to proprietary software is terrible'. I don't want to hear it today," Prototype stated aggressively.
"No Prototype, I'm not here for that," Cabby stated.
"TH3N WH@T @R3 Y0U H3R3 F0R CL@NK3R" Prototype yelled, vocals glitching with rage.
Cabby hesitated for a moment, before pulling Prototype into a kiss.
Prototype blanked on how to follow up, the next few moments blurring together. Had Cabby always thought of him this way? Was the constant glazing of BSD just Cabby trying to help, instead of insulting Linux?
"Consider this a peace offering," Cabby stated after pulling away.
Prototype was considering a lot of things at the moment, like hacking in the ability to have sex.
"Y-yeah, I guess it is. I'll think more on the BSD versions you suggested too," Prototype said.
Man he was lonely