"Salt. Neither of us have any idea of how high I am right now. The answer is somewhere between 'unbelievably' and 'ONE MILLION PERCENT!', and I'm inclined towards the latter. Time is even weirder than it is normally here." The tulpa sits up. "How long have we been doing this?"
"Really? How can we tell? What was the date when we came in? What's the date now? How does time work when we're on the mall and there are no days? What about that week I was dead?"
"Are we really raising these questions again? Dude, I don't know, we fucking live together and adopt like twelve kids. Actually fuck that I hate kids."
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