No, really, what? Ghoul temporarily freezes in place, wearing the same sort of unsure expression as someone who's just found out that their conversation-pal believes the government is controlling the weather with chemtrails. Nothing makes sense in the world, and he can't figure out how this combination of words has managed to come from someone's mouth.
"Do you fucking hang out with trendy internet moms?"
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"...What?"
No, really, what? Ghoul temporarily freezes in place, wearing the same sort of unsure expression as someone who's just found out that their conversation-pal believes the government is controlling the weather with chemtrails. Nothing makes sense in the world, and he can't figure out how this combination of words has managed to come from someone's mouth.
"Do you fucking hang out with trendy internet moms?"