Koba: My consciousness will still haunt your asses forever Lowen: your consciousness already haunts my ass every night Lowen: or like, my consciousness conjures a figment of your consciousness, or something. Lowen: idk man i just fly the drone Koba: We are all meat mechs on an uncontrollable rock ship hurtling millions of miles an hour through an infinite and uncaring cosmos Koba: Nothing matters Cal: underneath the flesh facade, we're all babies playing big. same feelings, just more words Cal: but words are the world Lowen: is this from something Cal: yes Lowen: inb4 bee movie Cal: it just tends to hold true Cal: no Koba: Comic Cal: ok Cat: Minecraft story mode
User search (supports multiple users): #lowen #egg salt
Verbatim: "what kind of sate"
Strip number: 86
Relevance (Default): any of these
Date (American format, works without year): 11/2/18
No. 862 - Tuesday, March 2nd 2021
"OUT OF MY ROOM"