<a href="https://possiblyfunny.tumblr.com/" style="text-decoration:underline;">possiblyfunny</a>:
<p><i>I see…</i> Still, thank you again, and your concern is appreciated.</p><p>Now, I have a question I’d like to ask you, if you don’t mind, of course. Are you… <i>okay?</i></p><p>It’s just that, with everything that just happened and realizing that…<i>wherever</i> you are is inhabited by those dangerous- <i>What were they called again-? Anomalies?</i> …I-It’s probably needless. You can clearly handle yourself, but I can’t help but to feel a little worried.</p><p>Do you have to fight them often?</p>
“Am I okay? Oh, I’m PEACHY. Can’t you tell?”
“I fucking love it here! It’s great! I LOVE being trapped in a hellscape buried under a sick mockery of everything I’ve ever known and loved! I LOVE how every freak, bastard, and abomination is OBSESSED with and constantly trying to kill me! Yep, I FREQUENTLY have to fight em off! It’s great! And I definitely LOVE having NO FUCKING WAY OUT. It’s AWESOME. It’s fucking FANTASTIC.”
“Thank you for asking!!!”
“… Though, you don’t need to abide by that Professor’s terminology. I think you and I both know exactly what these ‘anomalies’ are, at least to you people. So just call it as it is while you’re chatting with me: Glitches.”
