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[Most boring video, ever. Sollux is sprawled back on his bed, husktop on his stomach, typing quickly. Every few seconds, he pauses and types a key command, and the computer reads back what he's doing, in a mechanical voice. It sounds like gibberish, since he's coding in a programming language that few of you have even heard of, and those who have aren't nearly as fluent in it as Sollux is.
His hair is mussed and his shirt is wrinkled. There are dirty dishes and half-empty cups scattered around his room. He hasn't actually left his room for long in a few days.
He picks up a carton of half-eaten takeout, sniffs it dubiously, then tosses it back onto his bedside table.]
...I'm hungry.
[And he keeps on typing]
His hair is mussed and his shirt is wrinkled. There are dirty dishes and half-empty cups scattered around his room. He hasn't actually left his room for long in a few days.
He picks up a carton of half-eaten takeout, sniffs it dubiously, then tosses it back onto his bedside table.]
...I'm hungry.
[And he keeps on typing]
