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[theotherright]

Cabin 127. No calls, we text like men on our disney cruise phones.

If you send Arthur a message it will be read out loud in one of a selection of friendly automated voices!

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weed party, obvi

[inhairently]

[ At some point Steve hears Arthur's phone say something along the lines of "Arthur what the fuck are you talking about" and a genius idea is formed. If Arthur's phone reads texts it must have a way to describe the little pictures too, right? This is how he can prove to Ryan that he's right actually and that one picture is ice cream and not shit. ]

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[theotherright]

[ From Arthur's chair comes a robotic TEXT FROM STEVE HARRINGTON!, and then the following, in a rythm you could really beatbox to: ]

Pile of faeces pile of faeces pile of faeces pile of faeces pile of faeces pile of faeces pile of faeces pile of faeces pile of faeces shortcake

[ And then a couple of long moments later, Arthur's baffled response: ]

What??

[inhairently]

[ well shit (or pile of faeces, one might say). thanks a lot, arthur. ]

Ignore that, it was an accident, [ he calls out from his own chair. ]

[theotherright]

How do you type all that by accident?

[ He is CALLING your BLUFF, STEVE. ]

[inhairently]

With my fingers, duh.

[ DUH. ]

Not here

[chickenchoicejudy]

[Ryan is CRACKING UP. He's laughing so hard that he's just wheezing, holy fuck.]

i'm sorry i also had to get in on this

[ss_buttcrack]

[From across the room, he shouts:] Arthur, if you need to take a shit that bad go to the bathroom. Don't do it in here!

[theotherright]

[ Way more worried than the situation strictly calls for: ]

Did you hear that?

Did- did everyone hear that? Do I need to turn this down?

[ss_buttcrack]

I'm all the way over here and I heard that, so, yeah. What the hell are you talking about?