It was almost Pavlovian how the man's hand reached to snag his cell from his pocket at that gentle rumble, a pause as he noted it was an unknown contact. Huh. A few swipes and he'd read over the received messages:

SheWolfShy: Godt dag. Guten tag. Hola. Bonjour. Buon giorno. Konnichiwa. Aloha. Na-nu Na-nu! SheWolfShy: I am Shylah Vulpecula. Hvem are you?

Well, that only served to confuse him more! What the" who the" wait: Shylah" he recognized that name. The schmooze racked his mind for a few moments before recollection finally hit him. Shyshy! Of course this only begged the question of how the hell did she get his contact!" Maybe he could call in a few favors and have a police reverse network track run to try and backdoor into her phone and search her contacts for other known associates or mentions of him' or with a few swiped messages of his own he'd simply respond and ask.

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Another rumble, a snag of that phone from his pocket allowing blue eyes blue to read over the messages that scrolled along, a slowing of pace as he scanned over exactly how she got his number. Happenstance!" That was some serious luck to have not only dialed his number, area code, national check digit, but his dimensional access port too! It was like striking a lottery sort of luck" but then they were living amidst a giant space/time tear in the very reality of the multiverse so that had to account for some really funny probability manipulations, right' Regardless, Mach made a mental note never to play strip poker with this one as he began swiping back responses.

Text to Shylah "Shyshy": But of course I'm going to call you Shyshy! XD Text to Shylah "Shyshy": U.T.R.A. I get, GPS" guess you really aren't the sort for tech Text to Shylah "Shyshy": That's how I sorta had you pegged as ;>.> Text to Shylah "Shyshy": U.T.R.A " Unified Tanga Republic Army' the friendly folks I work for 8D Text to Shylah "Shyshy": GPS " Global Positioning System' way to locate someone with technological wizardry! Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Drone - " well, yeah, I guess that could be a bee, was more talking robotic flying death machine, why was a joke yeah" Text to Shylah "Shyshy": And yes lucky me! To be in contact with a splendored pearl like you >3< Text to Shylah "Shyshy": You don't know about emoji and emoticons!"! OoO Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Darling, you are missing a whole world of subtext and subterfuge not knowing that! Text to Shylah "Shyshy": I shall have to be your techno guru, the master to your scribeness as it were XD Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Well, later, jackinapse brothers want to go hit up a bar or four ;>.> Text to Shylah "Shyshy": And flirting with a beauty as you? Last time I checked my pulse I was alive so duh ^.^ Text to Shylah "Shyshy": And hey, my pulse is still there! Text to Shylah "Shyshy": But alas my I am already smitten and pining my heart to another so much my better but then even scoundrels must dream large yeah" Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Crushing, I know, but surely a lovely pearl as you must have to have quite the impressive stick to beat back the long line of men and/or women and/or gender inbetween of your preference! Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Anywho! TTYL Shyshy XXX!

The man cackled at the shenanigans going on around him, free hand plucking that cigarette after a drag so as he could tap the ash into a nearby bowl. Feeling a rumble in his pocket he'd quickly place the cigarette back between his lips to free up that hand to dig out his phone, a few swipes bringing the messages up for review. As he read over the messages a lazy grin began to pull on him, fingers moving to swipe back a response:

Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Preference thing yeah' Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Sorta like calling me Eli when Mach would be sufficient :p Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Was I complimenting you o.o Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Oh yeah, right, you've told me such. Sorry #-.-# Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Grew up in a ghetto in the city, heard those terms all the time, ain't no big thing to me B) Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Endearment is in actions yeah" Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Or certain words spoken in the tongue of my peoples o.o Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Now THOSE are real old fashioned XD

He'd pause a moment as he'd try to sound out a few of the words used and probably fail miserably with that cigarette between his lips. A scrunch of brow, a drag of smoke, and he'd spend the next few minutes doing some quick researching.

Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Ah ha! It's Norwegian! Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Some of those words when sounded out by idiots sound like when Sir Lemon is coughing up a hairball ;>.> Text to Shylah "Shyshy": I dunno....gururee stuff....I can at least set the time on video players... Text to Shylah "Shyshy": HA! Good joke yeah' NO ONE can set the time on those XDDD Text to Shylah "Shyshy": XDDD " Laughing, #-.-# - Blushing, ;>.> - uncomfortable truth sorta feel Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Brothers I got Magic Mike the Thug, Jon Blow the Wise-ass, and Fab Matt the Dumbass. Then I got a sis Bribri the Most Likely to be Successful and Vivi the Wingman Sniper. Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Probably missing a few more bastards but eh /(-.-)/ Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Gonna take that as a fancy and Norwegian way of say that your heterosexual" ;>.> Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Still think takes an impressive stick ^.^ Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Or an impressive hunky man in your life X3 Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Or an impressive stick for the impressive hunky man with an impressive stick in your life! XDDD Text to Shylah "Shyshy?: Maybe a carrot :p

The man took a sip of his coffee as he caught up on the news, blue eyes blue tracking over the article he was reading in the newspaper. There was a pause as he heard his rather banged up phone rattle upon the table top of that little bistro out in the docks district which he sat. Snagging up the device he read over the messages, a little 'hmmm' escaping him before he'd swipe out his responses:

Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Now THAT sounds impressive! Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Right movie like yeah" Text to Shylah "Shyshy": "Who are your people?", "My people are FREEEEEEE!!!" XDDD Text to Shylah "Shyshy": ;>.> Or maybe that's just me Text to Shylah "Shyshy": I make no claims on sensibility or intoxicated freeness for my texts x_x Text to Shylah "Shyshy": I'm from Tang (planet) and speak Common and Tanjar (with a heavy primer in many earthrealm languages cause those seem popular round these parts o.o) Text to Shylah "Shyshy": And I think I a LOT odd, no offense taken Text to Shylah "Shyshy": So long as your not offending me with something sharp, pointy, or likely to maim, kill, or both we're pretty golden X3 Text to Shylah "Shyshy": And of course I don't consider you an idiot! Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Believe me, if there's an idiot in this equation it's not you >.< Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Think you're confusing my particular brand of glib and irreverent for condescending and low opinion Text to Shylah "Shyshy": Which it totes is not Text to Shylah "Shyshy": And fine, fine, no sticks or chains or vegetables" >.>

The schmooze sort of sighed as he was right in the middle of cooking breakfast for Serah. Why hadn't he received the messages before" Likely a hiccup from that back and forth the man did traveling between dimensions. A quick look was cast over the phone as the message scrolled past, quick little responses swiped out between tasks.

Text ot Shylah "Shyshy":"Am I ever not inebriated?" Text ot Shylah "Shyshy":"Don't answer that, I may not like the answer XD" Text ot Shylah "Shyshy":"Sky map" Like planetary sorts or something more topographical?" Text ot Shylah "Shyshy":"Cause Tang's from out in the multiverse, no stars to find in these here sky's!" Text ot Shylah "Shyshy":"But there is a train that goes there twice daily :p" Text ot Shylah "Shyshy":"Nah, idiocy is a matter of action, ignorance is a lack of knowledge. Can correct the later which you seem keen on doing (o.o)b" Text ot Shylah "Shyshy":"What about barge" ^.-" Text ot Shylah "Shyshy":"Oh and: ;>.> sweat drop, uncomfortable" Text ot Shylah "Shyshy":"x_x " feeling dead" Text ot Shylah "Shyshy":"o.o " innocent little look (usually not so innocent use >.<)" Text ot Shylah "Shyshy":">.< - I use it as humor scrunchy eyes but guess could almost mean skeptical..." Text ot Shylah "Shyshy":">.> - Apprehensive or avoiding eye contact maybe..." Text ot Shylah "Shyshy":"Perhaps you should find a better guru for this u.u " downtrodden

Later on during the day while checking a random other message the man would pause as he reread over the original batch of messages that the woman had sent. There was a slight pause at that last part.

"No way..." A sly little grin pulled across him as he snorted. "She's gotta not be understanding or else she's jacking with me..."

A devious little grin pulled on the man as he swiped out a belated addendum to his original messages:

Text ot Shylah "Shyshy": Shyshy! Chains.....you dirty bird you! Text ot Shylah "Shyshy": But alas I must still refrain for another does hold my black weasley little heart Text ot Shylah "Shyshy": But that is good to know! Never would have seen you as the sort but then I guess that's the point! >.<

Mach reclined upon the simple bench down by the docks, his bench by his reckon, as a cigarette was fished out from his breast pocket. The man was still feeling a little worn after the prior days events: the cooking, the entertaining, the drunken shenanigans for everyones entertainment that came over to the impromptu birthday party for the pink haired one, and the personal sexy shenanigans that occurred and lasted well into the morning with Serah and he alone! A sly little grin pulled upon him at that thought, a shift to snag his lighter though would bring a slight wince as a tender side complained which erased that pleased expression from rugged features.

A little reminder from the other reason he was feeling worn. That madsci he had apprehended this morning after preparing breakfast for whenever his special woman awoke had been a willy bastard. Or perhaps he had just been caught being a little under-observant; but then who really expects that someone would robotize an entire city block of trash bins! A few of the clunky bastards even got some good hits in but luckily the madsci woman had them built on a central processing network as that could have been rather messy if they were all independently minded. The Watch probably would have had his head at that point but instead all he had to do was apologize to the few residents whose bins had to meet an untimely end in his pursuit of justice.

With a snap, crackle, pop and he'd light the cigarette which rested lazy between his lips. A drag was taken as he tucked away that cheap imitation zippo, dragging out his cellphone in exchange. Blue eyes blue would tick over the menagerie of messages that scrolled the screen, a slight smirk escaping as he began responding to those texts he'd been neglecting:

Text to Shylay "Shyshy": Not an astrological map that would be of help here XP Text to Shylay "Shyshy": Tang is located in another universe, one of multiple connected by your friendly neighborhood Nexus here in Rhydin ^.^ Hence mutliverse! Text to Shylay "Shyshy": It's all wibbly woobly timey spacey whimy stuff. @.@ Text to Shylay "Shyshy": So no star map of the Rhydin sky will show it's location....do have a pretty picture of the nightsky from Tang though.... Text to Shylay "Shyshy": <Multimedia Image " Cellphone picture of a completely different night sky than seen in Rhydin. This is evident by the different moons that hung among the sea of speckled black with the dull shimmer of a line that stretched the entire length of the panoramic view indicative of a planetary ring> Text to Shylay "Shyshy": And the train leaves from down by the port, travels inland for half an hour before hitting the Chenball-Walinsky anomaly....er, portal....that connects Tang and Rhydin. Text to Shylay "Shyshy": See, I ain't just some random spat out losty here -w-, I'm a man with a semi-plan! Text to Shylay "Shyshy": And nah, just don't wanna steer you wrong in your knowledge Shyrye. Text to Shylay "Shyshy": I tend to just use emoticon faces that just feel like they fit for what I'm trying to convey yeah" Text to Shylay "Shyshy": So your miles may very for how useful my explanations are but totes willing to keep gurururing >.< Text to Shylay "Shyshy": And yeah I figure, all a bit of teasing banter!

There was a pause at that last bit, a snort of humor escaping the hunter as he let of puff of smoke escape him.

Text to Shylay "Shyshy": What sorts" Well BDSM of course " Bondage, Domination, Sadism, and Masochism. Text to Shylay "Shyshy": That's what the chains are for no?

And the man would cackle and instantly regret that decision as a hand reflectively moved to rub that tender spot...stupid rubbish bin.

The rest of the prior day had not improved in the slightest for the hunter leaving him feeling and looking like a ten round loser in an exhibition fight against a great ape! But then some surprise BBQ ribs and beer awaiting him at his apartment (though most certainly not the high, magically inclined cat singing everything) when he dragged himself back helped the man's mood immeasurably. This with a little texting, a restful night's sleep, and some regeneration potion would have the man up and at "em once more at least willing to deal with the coming day.

Walking along in the crisp pre-dawn air from his apartment dockside to a certain seaside neighborhood to catch a few hours cuddle time with the cat nip bandit the man would finally get around to texting other folks he'd sort of neglected from the prior day. There was a smirk as blue eyes blue scrolled over messages from Shylah before he began swiping out his responses.

Text to Shylay "Shyrye": I have to be consistent in my nicknamery conventions" o.o Text to Shylay "Shyrye": The beauty of nicknames is they can be anything that seems fitting yeah" Text to Shylay "Shyrye": Or chosen in my case :)~ Text to Shylay "Shyrye": But sure, goat-man works too! Only a little trauma associated with that name DX Text to Shylay "Shyrye": Took a kick awfully close to the Johnson due to my shenanigans from a random payor x.x Text to Shylay "Shyrye": :p no prob, glad to broaden your knowledge! Text to Shylay "Shyrye": Feel free to keep asking, anything I don't feel like answering I'll just lie about >.o <- Cheeky wink Text to Shylay "Shyrye": Totes" = Totally Text to Shylay "Shyrye":oOo ooooooh! I get it now! Tote XD Text to Shylay "Shyrye": Oh, your not' Shame that Text to Shylay "Shyrye": Er, more so because some of that can be kinda fun ^.^ Text to Shylay "Shyrye": Yeah' I'll shut up now about that ;>.> Text to Shylay "Shyrye": I hesitate to ask what else these chains may be used for? ;o.o

Mach had been technologically quiet for quite the number of days now. This was due, in no small part, to the fact that he?d nearly got his hand blown off during a hunt on Thursday! This may have been an exaggeration but it was the story that the schmooze was sticking to because it was pretty close to what almost happened. A stock standard freeze spell to slip up a fleeing mage suddenly went haywire during the casting due to some strange magical power fluctuations which caused a cyclic cascade that lead to a spiked power dump into the spell cycling unit of his caster? which caused it to explode. Luckily for him most of the burning slag flew away from him but the recoil of the detonation still twisted the gun around with his finger caught in the trigger guard. That visceral snap was quiet vindicating and satisfying when it was happening to an asshole like SSgt Mullen but much less so when it was happening to himself he found! And so for the past few days the hunter just sort of gave the technological front a rest. Usually he wouldn?t do such if injured but then usually he didn?t end up with an injury that left the swiping finger on his dominant hand pointing permanently upwards until he corrected that. In the interim time he did his best to lay low and sulk as much by himself as he was able, trying not to bother anyone, especially Serah, until finally that bone felt well enough healed. A few tentative flexes of the digit would bring a sly grin to the man?s features as he began the arduous task of responding to days? worth of unanswered texts: Text to Shylah ?Shyrye?: Oh, you look forward to them o.o Text to Shylah ?Shyrye?: I can?t be the first to have put mantles on you till they find one that fits Text to Shylah ?Shyrye?: And Mach-io is pretty unique yeah? Text to Shylah ?Shyrye?: Rather smashing I thought XDDD Text to Shylah ?Shyrye?: The tilde? :)~? Text to Shylah ?Shyrye?: Blowing a raspberry >.< Text to Shylah ?Shyrye?: Or just being teasing Text to Shylah ?Shyrye?: Yes, I really like my Wang :) Text to Shylah ?Shyrye?: Me and my Willy are good buddies :D Text to Shylah ?Shyrye?: I would be quiet lost without my Richard 8D Text to Shylah ?Shyrye?: ? I?ll stop ;>.> Text to Shylah ?Shyrye?: Well, sadly, I?m not the nicest person around >.o Text to Shylah ?Shyrye?: I am, afterall, military o.< Text to Shylah ?Shyrye?: Can?t be over nice and over good at such a job <.o Text to Shylah ?Shyrye?: Inquisitions? No thanks -.- Text to Shylah ?Shyrye?: Been on BOTH ends of those, not fun in the least all around Text to Shylah ?Shyrye?: More ?chain up and get beat >:(? versus ?chain up and get be~at 8o? Text to Shylah ?Shyrye?: I may like it rough at times, doesn?t mean I want a whoop?n >.> Text to Shylah ?Shyrye?: Why you inquisiting folks? And with chains no less! :-\

SheWolfShy: Min new nicknavn for you is ... SheWolfShy: Mach-aroni! SheWolfShy: +viking+

SheWolfShy-Tai: Perhaps after you have been boiled long enough in water, ja. SheWolfShy-Tai: You are quite cheesy, so you kan be your own cheese. Or your love kan be your main cheese-squeeze. SheWolfShy-Tai: I like the nicknavn of Shy-Tai, and not just because of the rum. Although, I enjoy rum as well as dancing the rumba. SheWolfShy-Tai: Sometimes I drikke rum og do the rumba. SheWolfShy-Tai: Oh! Hvordan clever that word-and-picture message is to me. SheWolfShy-Tai: It took me several minutes to figure it out, but I am tenkning I know hva it says. SheWolfShy-Tai: Some male is the king of a village called Bell Cloud, and he tells the tale of hvordan his life is topsy-turvy. SheWolfShy-Tai: Shake and baked" I saw that product while at the food shoppe. Are you saying you are a chicken" SheWolfShy-Tai: Or mayhap you are a +thanksgiving+ . SheWolfShy-Tai: +viking+ SheWolfShy-Tai: Naturlig, I am alive og fint! SheWolfShy-Tai: I am not a dope, but I kan act dopey. SheWolfShy-Tai: Do you enjoy shenanigans?

Text to Mach: Hey, where the hell are you?

Text to Mach: Poker game is tonight, remember"

Text to Mach: Hello..? ELI!! Don't freaking ignore me.

Text to Mach: I'll start sending nude pictures. Of other men, with vary hairy bodies.

SheWolfShy-Tai: Greetings again, Mach-aroni! SheWolfShy-Tai: Hvordan har du det i dag" SheWolfShy-Tai: Please explain hva the X means when you use XD. SheWolfShy-Tai: Hva is a Frisbee" I am unfamiliar med that species of bee or its physical appearance. SheWolfShy-Tai: According to your definition I have been 'shaked' as well, but only half-baked. I tenk. SheWolfShy-Tai: Do you mean d'de, or killed" SheWolfShy-Tai: I do not understand hva T.T means. SheWolfShy-Tai: I shall greatly enjoy hearing some of your shenanigan tales. SheWolfShy-Tai: Hva is a frat hus"

Mach needed to escape! He really, really need to get out of there!! Coughing in his respirator he stumbled out from the workshop of his apartment, the door swatted closed in his wake as he was already heading off to the kitchen to snag a strong drink to try and burn that scent from his nose. Yeah....brewing 'Essence of Zynn's Brother' from nail clippings, brush hair, and some old socks made for some near assaultingly funky odor! Pulling the respirator from his face he'd dump it unceremoniously on the counter as he was already focused on snagging a glass and filling it with a few belts of rum....which found their way quickly down his throat and to his tummy! Pouring himself another he'd now bother to drag his phone out from his pocket apparently now having time to see what messages had come while he was throwing himself into work as a distraction.

Reading over the messages the schmooze smirked mildly, particularly at that first bit. How was he" Shitty....but that wasn't something he was exactly wearing on his sleeve if he could help it (and with the power of alcohol and distraction he was certainly giving it the college effort!) And so after another round of rum the man finally set to swiping back a response.

Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Har du det i dag!" Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Shit, did....did you just seize into your phone!" Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Lemme throw that into the translator there ;>.> Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Ohhh oOo Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": I'm alive and healthy with my apple pies to keep the docs away ^.^ Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Okay, okay, translations of my own... Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": XD " scrunchy eyed laughing/grinning face. Like really cheesy kind. Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": T.T " Crying in a sad, melodramatic drama queen way. Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": And a Frisbee is a disc for throwing. Originally pie plates I think. Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": But anyway, yeah, bake as in dode Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Like what would happen if you bake anything o.o Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": In the case of the phrase usually by magical means Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Though I suppose any sort of baking while in pursuit would count Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Like when I was almost feed once as a sacrifice to a volcano by some Salamandermen! >.< Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": But yes, we'll certainly have to drink and make with stories. I got plenty! Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Because of middle name yeah' :p Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Frat house" That's like the plot of every good 80's earthrealm movie I think! ^.^ Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": But it's short for Fraternity House " a social group in colleges and sorts Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Or military mage hunter academy's! XD Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Known for youthfully poor decision making, shenanigans, camaraderie, and hijinks usually Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": For men. Sororities for woman. Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Known for lingerie clad pillow fights that serve as a segue into hot lezzie action!!! Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai?: Or so is the fantasy of most frat boys I think XP

And with that done the man looked back to his workshop, the expression that crossed him being less than enthused. He was depressed and maudlin, sure, but he wasn't suicidal! And so rather than brave that funk once again he opted to go out and snag himself some lunch while it did it's thing. And then later on after the brew had....settled some, he could start in on the process of loading those wards with the focus.

Looking over past message threads the schmooze just sort of sighed as he noted one that had been pending for a while. He really had meant to get back to folks sooner but yeah....life had been being extra lifey as of late and it had been eating away his desire to deal with extra things....or things in general. From nearly getting shake and baked at seaside to burning it up at work and a fluster cluck of his personal life the man was pretty much dead tired of it all. But then rolling over had never been the man's pace (well, mostly, and only if asked nicely); and with the support of a few much needed friends the man started to trudge forward once more. And so while snagging a burrito from some street vendor the man swiped away some much neglected responses:

Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Well of course you don't know my surname, I haven't told you! >.< Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": And certainly not my middle name o.o Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Lot of power in names Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": So my lot aren't terribly keen to give out more than needed yeah" Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": And my middle name annoys me =.= Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": From Pa-Mach who last time I saw him tried to kill me ~.~ Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Yeah, family get togethers are a blast! XD Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Speaking of how were yours" Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": And more important " do I get pie" mo.om Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": XDDD Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": I know, I'm hi-larious :p Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": But seriously, hope your T-day was great! Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": And the Ural will find you and yours well too! Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Yule ;>.> Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Mine was busy, busy ^.^ Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Busy busy all around really, why haven't gotten back in timely manner. Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Maybe take a good and proper vacation one day! Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": You know, from my job keep bar stools from wandering away :p Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": And I'm still wondering why it matters if I'm mortal or not >.< Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Totes strange question for a business proposal" Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Unless dying at the end is a requirement o.O Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": j/k j/k Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Been watching a lot of 007 films lately XP Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": But yeah, hit me up some time to pick my brain Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Unless you plan to LITERALLY pick my brain =.= Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai": Can do it over oodles of noodles XP Text to Shylah "Shy-Tai?: TTYL

January 19, 2016

With a tired sigh the hunter, freshly bathed by oldman man and cleanly shaven, finally snagged his cell phone and began texting people left and right. He had heard a lot of interesting things had come up in the rumor mills regarding him thanks to the tight lipped stance of the U.T.R.A. regarding his condition. After sending no small number of messages he finally gave up and summed up the rest of his long and lengthy contact list with the appended version:

Text to - ALL: Hey, Mach here, I'm finally out of critical care Text to - ALL: Removed my breathing tube and everything Text to - ALL: So, if you want, come on down and say hi Text to - ALL: Cause I'm doing fine >.< Text to - ALL: Or don't, that's cool, send smokes though if possible ^.^ Text to - ALL: Hope you and yours are doing well Text to - ALL: Catch up later

Text to Mach: can't believe u drank all the schnapps and beer again Text to Mach: this is me demanding u bring more b4 u come back

Text to Mach: food" Like u need to ask!

After a long pause (because taking the picture required effort!):

Text to Mach: See this face" Text to Mach: https://i.imgur.com/Ha1V9Cq.jpg Text to Mach: that is how much I believe paperwork :P Text to Mach: better not break those magic fingers Text to Mach: u owe me so many special massages Text to Mach: in fact I like you not broken Text to Mach: with food Text to Mach: and beer Text to Mach: pick up something sweet too