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“I’m sorry, did you say something? I sincerely hope that you weren’t expecting a response. The talking is over now.” Oh, it sure is. You keep talking, though, you manic computer witch. Must not be so secure and confident, then, eh? Her thought process was interrupted by another bout of coughing, as the neurotoxins ate at her lungs. She didn’t have much time left. “One eighteen-point-two-five ounce packaged chocolate cake mix. One can prepared coconut pecan frosting. Three-slash-four cup vegetable oil.” This thing is seriously getting annoying. Chell gritted her teeth. She dropped the sphere near the inci