"Aww, dicks." B.B. sat down in a chair shaped like a hand, but with the texture of jello. He had to hop quite a bit to do so. "This is just not working out, hooker number 5. Uhh.." He searched his memory from the photos on the node's public end.
[OOC: Log 7 +6 wil +3 nan +1 PuSHeD = 17d6.hits(5) → [1,4,3,1,4,6,2,3,1,1,4,2,4,1,6,3,3] = (2) hahahaha.]
"Bethany? Raquel? Whatever. Ghost! This tweak must have been cut with baby diarrhea. My mind has got the runs honeybee."