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Purgatory isn't not fun. But the thing is that those are his friends, and he sort of feels bad that he has to be killing them at all. It's late, now, very late. Only someone as cracked as Philza Minecraft would be awake, so here goes:
Etoiles >> PHIL
No response.
Etoiles >> if you are asleep it is okay you are the goat
Etoiles >> i am just so sad and alone
No response.
Etoiles >> HAVE A NICE NIGHT KING
Maybe tomorrow. That's okay.
(Phil panics– his communicator flashbangs the cave he's in. He flips it over and waits in the silence.)