I lean closer
"Trilby...exactly how many Simoleans do you have on Sim-City Social?"
I hold a bagel up near my head, dangling it in front of Trilby. As I speak, the hole in the middle of the bagel shrinks until it is so small only a pin could fit through. Then it is no longer in my hand, It never was. The bagel is around my head, obscuring everything above my mouth. I turn to look at Trilby, bones creaking. I open my mouth, and several kilograms of salad falls out. Then I speak in a deep, bass voice that is not my own, and echoes in the corners of the mind.
[b/]".:::::::::THIS:::::::::::CONTRACT:::::::::::::IS::::::::::::::::::SEALED:::::::::."[/b]
"Trilby...exactly how many Simoleans do you have on Sim-City Social?"
I hold a bagel up near my head, dangling it in front of Trilby. As I speak, the hole in the middle of the bagel shrinks until it is so small only a pin could fit through. Then it is no longer in my hand, It never was. The bagel is around my head, obscuring everything above my mouth. I turn to look at Trilby, bones creaking. I open my mouth, and several kilograms of salad falls out. Then I speak in a deep, bass voice that is not my own, and echoes in the corners of the mind.
[b/]".:::::::::THIS:::::::::::CONTRACT:::::::::::::IS::::::::::::::::::SEALED:::::::::."[/b]