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Annie sits on the computer, as usual, talking to one of her weird little crack monkey friends.
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| AMRNekomi: PRIME MINISTER!! | |
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| PrimeMinister523: Hullo, Missus Prime Minister! Your husband has arrived! | |
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| AMRNekomi: Your my husband? And what am i getting out of this? | |
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| PrimeMinister523: Umm...you can have a copy of my soul. | |
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Tristan continues to try and persuade Annie...
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| AMRNekomi: I suppose you'll do till Ewan realizes he's really in love with me. | |
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| PrimeMinister523: Ah, well, you see I *am* Ewan. I just used my ninja Ewan powers to ward off all the females. I frequently pose as a disgruntled little crackmonkey named "Tristan." | |
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