More water! I am thirsty...! Part 1

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"Bastard.., you two toned shit eating bastard..."

"Is that the way you speak to a friend..?"

"YOU FUCKER..!"

"Ah....I guess we are going for a few boring minutes of petty insults.."

"You put me here..., you kidnapped me into this....this place, THIS body!"

"Yeaaaaaaaap....you are welcome by the way"

"Why!?"

"Why not..?"

"Why me!?"

"You? Oh please you are not THAT important"

"Shut up, stop talking in riddles you fucking clown..!"

"My oh my..., what do you want me to do? To speak plainly or not speak at all? You have to choose..also I am more of a jester kinda guy, you should be more specific you know..? Misrepresenting me could hurt my feelings.."

"I am going to gut you.."

"Now...wouldn't that be a good joke~"

"Fix this.."

"Nop.."

"I said-"

"Where would be the fun in that..?"

"Is that all that I am? Entertainment?"

"Everyone gave this girl a cookie for all that brain power.."

"Fuck you.."

"Hmm....I like to see that you are in high spirits, you will surely need it for the years to come. After all, we both know what really its going on in that head of yours.."

"................I can fight it.."

"My dear...you have been carrying a passenger, now the passenger has started to drive.."

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Thoughts = [......]

Voices = {......}

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The streets of Fontaine shimmered like molten glass beneath the pale blue glow of the city's gentle lights of dusk as the shroud of stars loomed all over the vast expanse of land with its silvery glinting dots as they tried to outshine...yet fail the moon's glow.

Steam coiled lazily from the grates that lined the cobbled avenues, whispering through the air with the same rhythm as the ticking of distant clock-towers. Raindrops from an earlier drizzle still clung to the brass piping that wound along the walls like golden veins — glinting faintly each time a lamplight flickered while what few people still wandered at the late hour took a final stroll before the end of their day.

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