Your boy-toy got me cyberpregnant and now we're having a divorce.
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝘆𝗼𝘂
𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚,
𝗼𝗵 𝗹𝗲𝗶 𝗼𝗵 𝗹𝗮𝗶
𝙤𝙝 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙.
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝘆𝗼𝘂
𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚,
𝗼𝗵 𝗹𝗲𝗶 𝗼𝗵 𝗹𝗮𝗶
𝙤𝙝 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙.
. . . Would you mind helping me up...?
[ Laying on the floor. ]
[ Observing, with an almost proud glint in her eyes. ]
You certainly look well. Less . . virus - ed.
( That wasn't a glitch fueled /nightmare/? )
. . . Would you mind helping me up...?
[ Laying on the floor. ]
( That wasn't a glitch fueled /nightmare/? )
( That wasn't a glitch fueled /nightmare/? )