WEIRD FLEX

As the author finally pulled himself out from playing Warframe and other games, losing precious hours of his life trying to collect shiny digital creatures, he had suddenly realized something terrifyingly important.

He had forgotten to write another chapter.

"How terrible."

"What was that, Verizon?"

"Oh nothing, I was just thinking."

"You were thinking?"

As they were bantering back and forth with thinly veiled s*x*al tension that would be explored 300 chapters and 50 harem members later, BIG TIDDY PRINCESS brutally struck down poor little Verizon. Figuratively, at least. I would love for someone to strike down Verizon's prices.

"Say, Princess, do you get out very often?"

"Yes, sometimes I go by the plains island where I was granted a gigantic farm for my birthday, or the cloud district where I go very often to repeatedly murder a few rambunctious loudmouths."

"Do you get to the cloud district very often?"

Struggling to hold in a laugh, Verizon queerishly stared at the Princess while she glanced back at him as angrily as those tsunderes do, you know, the usual.

"I got that reference, screw you, you walking mass of copyright infringement. I'll maybe have to give you an off brand name like Version."

"You mean Verison."

"No, I kind of prefer the sound of Version."

"Princess, how large is your brain?"

"About the size of a walnut, why?"

"Weird flex but okay."