sorry for your loss

[cuteandinnocentpet]

[When people are returned to the main floor, they will find a trail of cupcakes from the elevator to the dining room. There is a table of drinks, pills, and cupcakes and cakes from the automat.

And on the table, in the center, is this asshole, with a party horn in its mouth. Despite that, it talks into everyone's mind.]

As you strangers tend to have a tradition of parties after an execution, I took the liberty. The plates and cups are over there.

[. . .

be merry I guess]

Comments

[cuteandinnocentpet]

You're one of the few people who would even have an idea of what a meme was. Isn't it obvious?

[relieable]

[oh]

...I guess, if it's beneficial to you, you don't mind talkin', huh?

[cuteandinnocentpet]

Doesn't everyone?

[relieable]

I like to talk just for fun.

[not that this is... really a fun situation]

But, uh. If we can't stop the meme-disease, and we can't contain it, what do we do next?

[cuteandinnocentpet]

Isn't it obvious?

What do you usually do for a disease?

[relieable]

...Con... tain it?

[cuteandinnocentpet]

That's right.

[relieable]

[okay. okay. he's slowly trying to figure things out]

How do we do that with something... so huge?