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[each paragraph string comes in its own posted chunk! because why have ONE post of thoughts when u could have like TWENTY all at once!]

What a fascinating read this "extended use" network instruction manual is! A mental connection, instantaneous interface with a network spanning hundreds? How convenient! Were I to be in a pinch or otherwise incapable of using a device, I simply THINK to share my thoughts with the network at-large and it happens!

Goodness, what if I just continue to will my thoughts outward like this all day? Surely a device with the sophistication to transmit THOUGHTS would have some ability to discern when it becomes just nonsense or stream-of-consciousness, yes?

Then again, many of those wonderful voice-recognition devices I've seen being flaunted about have limitations themselves! I wonder if it's worth testing.

Perhaps I ought to just spend the day thinking about how nice it would be to share my entire experience with those connected to this device. Like how--

Ooh! Would you look at that! Is there nothing in this world that hasn't been deep fried and sold in bulk? Fascinating! And for such meager coin! This place really isn't lacking for much.

What was I getting crunchy things for again? Oh, right! Chewing DIRECTLY into a speaking device? Goodness, some people have weird needs. Oh, well. Who am I to refuse? I'm sure there are even odder things to hear in the day than a guy crunching away on some deep fried butter.

My, my. That lady certainly has it in for those tiny burritos, doesn't she? I wonder if they're all that great to have to stock up en masse like that. One would think a person be more pleasant with such an abundance instead of shooting dirty looks around like that!

I wonder if anyone has lost a limb in this store; I bet one could get away with stuffing a finger or toe in one of these freezers and no one would be the wiser. It'd look like one of these "corn dogs," in fact!

...These aren't even remotely made of corn. OR dog! Weird!

[Video]

[hordinglife]

[The person on the screen looks like Catra. Hair even messier than usual as she sits on the bed, running her hand through it. Her eyes are squinting at the screen and suddenly her ears twitch. Then the tail behind her wags enough that it shows behind her back. She looks like she's concentrating a great deal. Then she lifts her hand and the claws come out, sharp as usual.]

At least everything works.

[She is rudely interrupted when someone bursts into the door. To those that know Lonnie, the voice yelling is familiar, as it is hers.]

WHAT IN HORDAK’S NAME IS HAPPENING? Also, are you Lonnie? Because I’m not!

["Catra" looks back at "Lonnie" and her eyes go a bit wide.]

Of course! Of course this is what happens. I should have expected it when I work up with your tail, but are you serious? Tell me you didn't do something to make this happen.

[There’s a crash as “Lonnie” takes a few steps into the room – and fails miserably at staying upright.]

Ugh, you think I’d subject myself to this miserable tailless existence? Yeah, no!

Well, excuse me that--["Catra" hops up, and seems surprised for a moment when she ends up on the other side of the bed. So surprised she almost falls off the bed.]--ugh! This is so stupid!

[Meanwhile, “Lonnie” crawls over to the bed and pulls herself up.]

You’re telling me. Guess this place isn’t done with us yet, even after all that apocalypse stuff.

[There’s a short moment of silence as “Lonnie” surveys the bed.]

Wait, is your communicator recording? Is it actually my communicator? I’m turning that off right now!

["Catra" reaches over to grab the communicator.]

Crap. I was going to ask someone about this before YOU showed up and stopped me.

[The picture goes dark as a hand covers the camera.]

Too bad for you. I’m not going to just sit around in the wrong body and whine about it.

[The video cuts off with a sound a lot like a feline snarl.]