Diamond seemed to consider the question Menel put to her for a long while, appearing to be deep in thought. But this turned out false, as a tell tale snore escaped her. She jerked awake, blinked rapidly, and then scowled to hide her embarressment. Perhaps, she reflected, operating on 4 hours of sleep for two days straight is taking ascectism a mite too far. Though 'sleep is for the weak and the sluggards' makes such a nice motto.
"What kind of explanation would you have me give?" she finally answered. "Does not the proof of their vices lay heavily upon them?" She paused, frowning, remembering that being overly loquacious was a vice as well, and said tightly, "Lommy is drunk, Gil is obsessed with pancakes, and Jenny is a thief."
She turned to Jenny and was about to make a reply to her, but was interrupted by Nogrod's grand entrance.
It was with nothing short of horror that she observed the weed-dealer as he went about his... whatever it was he was doing. Her eyes began to bug out of her head, which may or may not have also something to do with her severe little hairdo.
"You speak long of nothing," she accused. "And also use anakronistic slang, which is a vice of... some kind of bad group I wouldn't want to be a part of."
Diamond felt the delirium of lack of sleep and nutritious food about to overtake her, and as no one really seemed all that fangy at the moment, she went with her convictions and declared:
"I vote we kill
+ + Nogrod
for dealing in illegal drugs and exhibiting the most wilful self-indulgence here. And that is saying a lot given present company. "
After speaking thus, she promptly fainted.
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All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression.
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