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You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

Stranger: Hi there, what’s your name?

You: Lola

You: what’s yours

Stranger: Neat. I’ve never met anyone with that name before. Log in to see images!

Stranger: John.

You: what are you doing up at this hour John?

Stranger: Can’t sleep. It’s a common problem with me, unfortunately. What about you?

You: I’m up looking for trouble mainly

Stranger: My middle name just so happens to be Richard, but if it weren’t, it would be Trouble.

You: cool… wanna get into trouble with me?

Stranger: Of course!

You: what kind of trouble are you up for?

You: WAIT… how old are you first… I don’t want to do anything illegal

Stranger: Pretty much anything. Log in to see images!

Stranger: I’m 19

You: ah, good… I’m 27. I hope that’s okay

Stranger: And trouble usually entails at least one or two illegalities, at least the fun kind does, anyway

You: hahaha your right

Stranger: And yeah, that’s fine with me.

Stranger: I’m a guy who enjoys an older woman. ;D

You: then you will enjoy me! **** it let’s do this!

Stranger: Haha

You: I put on my robe and wizard hat…

Stranger: Hot

Stranger: Can you cast level 7 boner of the infinite on me?

You: I cast Lvl. 3 Eroticism. You turn into an actually good looking guy

You: I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl. 8 male reproductive organ of the Infinite.

Stranger: Oh, that’s right. Sorry, I haven’t read the bloodninja **** in a while.

You: I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty **** of the Beyondness.

Stranger: Although some originality would be nice to see ‘round these parts.

You: Don’t **** with me ****, I’m the mightiest sorceress of the lands.

You: I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl. 1,000,000 Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl. 2 Druid.

You: Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.

Stranger: zzzz

You: King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik’s evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.

You: You still there babe?

Stranger: Of course.

You: By the way my real name is Bubba

You: and I’m 42

Stranger: Obviously, since the name Lola inherently means “trap”

Stranger: Lo-lo-lo-lo-lola

Stranger: 8=======================D~~