conspiring: yes?

janetorpedo: if my name were Dry Socket,

janetorpedo: would you still luv me tomorrow?

janetorpedo: this is the question of the hour

janetorpedo: i must know

janetorpedo: know i must

conspiring: sure. my luv shall fall upon the name of your choice

conspiring: tomorrow I shall cherish thee, Dry Socket, I might say

AND THE NEXT DAY . . .

conspiring: is your name dry socket?

conspiring: because i will still adore you if it is

conspiring: like a lubricant i will love the dryness that gives me purpose

conspiring: like a punnisher i love those who offend me

conspiring: with the fiercest passion