I choke on my spit, freezeing for a second before fumbling with my mic, already feeling my pants starting to tighten. Mm, guys. I'm- I've gotta go. Something just, mm, came up. Bye! I quickly shut off my mic and then PC, ignoring my friends protests about leaving in the middle of a round. I turn my chair to you, mouth gaped and eyes wide, biting my lip so hard it might break skin.
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