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Evan was very good at a lot of things.
Namely art, music, being friendly, sometimes being not friendly, also not being human and also a robot, and also being pals with the ROOMS crew...
...but she was not good at sucking dick.
She could, maybe try? But she doesn't really think she's ever done it before, even looking in the infinite void of her memory bank.
How wonderful.
She asked Mooni how it felt, but it turns out Mooni is asexual. So, she asked Val, who just got too flustered to respond and said to ask Jack.
She asked Jack and he laughed at her.
This was a lot harder than she thought it'd be.
So, she asked Dian. Turns out Dian also does not want to answer.
At a loss, she pouts, crossing her arms. No way she's asking any of the five floating heads for advice.
No way she's asking the giant son of a bitch for advice.
No way she's asking that tiny son of a bitch for advice.
Not teeth-for brains, not eyes-for-brains, not ghost McGee...
...she had one choice. One fucking choice.
To keep fucking asking around.
Surely this won't get on her reputation, right?
...right.