DAY 7 (DAY) - ALFENDI & GUY

[It isn't a good day for Alfendi. Then again, in this place, it's never a good day. At least it's peaceful and devoid of real life body parts (glass eye not counting, of course), but still, what with still being sick from the fountain water, and being stuck in a personality ever so ready to fight the world, things aren't going as well as Alfendi would've liked.]

[He's just sitting here in the cafeteria after a recent bout of vomiting, too sick to even consider even eating - currently he's just writing up a storm in his notebook, grumbling as he's jotting down lines of code. When he sees Guy enter he glowers at him through his mess of hair:]

What do you want? If you don't have anything to say, get lost.