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GC: hey brobro.

GC: guess who got her freaking orb fixed...

TC: well.

TC: if i had tø hazard a hunch...

TC: if i had tø wiggle my damn hunches...

TC: ready tø fucking pøunce øn an answer tø yøur LATE AS HELL reply...

TC: i'd have tø guess it was yøu, dude!!!

GC: heh exactamundo.

GC: the worlds greatest detective at it again...

TC: veritably, my dear fløtsam.

GC: however bo'bo slice i gotta remind you that a nymph is never late.

GC: nor is she early...

GC: she always arrives precisely when she feels it.

TC: raw.

TC: raw magical realness.

TC: spit that mystical shit.

GC: watch out, i'm spitting all over the orb rn...

GC: better get some glasses.

TC: sø i can drink it up?

GC: you sick fuck...

TC: pøssibly the sickest.

GC: ha ha ha you and cc both being nasty as fuck today.

GC: one of these days we need to lock you nasty freaks up...

TC: funny yøu shøuld mentiøn that...!

TC: but høpping back øn the detective wave før a mømø, nøw that i've cracked the cøde and deduced the absølute shit øut øf the case øf the missing birthday bitch via my incredible pøwers øf waiting før yøu tø get yøur wøbbly-ass head in the game...

TC: CØNGRATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GC: oh fuck yes.

GC: lemme get in on this...

TC: far be it frøm me tø stand between a girl and pure dance realness!

TC: get yøur grøøve øn.

TC: shake yøur shit.

TC: hit it frøm the back.

TC: then put søme stink øn it.

TC: headbang it øut.

TC: nøw hellbøurne shuffle.

TC: let me see the gunfingers!

TC: hahaha!

TC: ...

TC: økay ly'ly, øn søme real shit i can't wait any lønger.

GC: dude wait i'm vibing rn.

TC: i knøw it's sick as, but imagine høw much sicker it'll be when we're cutting shapes straight øut the fløør møshing hard as all hell tø this shit, IN PERSØN.

GC: hold up... this is really good...?

GC: actually wait, i'm running it back give me a second.

TC: økay, yøu førced my hand, nøw i'm listening again tøø.

TC: fuck...

TC: it's grøøvy...!

GC: hell yes...

GC: wait let's sync this.

GC: on 3...

TC: røger.

GC: you start the count.

TC: økay fuck yes, øn 3.

TC: 3.

TC: wait, øn 3?

TC: girl, WHAT are we TALKING ABØUT?

GC: 3...

GC: 2...

GC: wait lol oop...

GC: dude fuck it actually.

GC: we got lost in the vibe...

GC: let's get serious.

TC: ‘,:T

GC: some real bizarre shit just happened...

TC: lay it øn me, dude.

GC: cartoons are real.

TC: yeah man, art is pøwerful as fuck.

GC: no dude...

GC: vriska is real.

GC: like she's a real person...

GC: she freaking messaged me.

GC: called me rude and said i looked crazy which is how i know it's her...

TC: øøøhhh.

TC: yeah, i knew that.

GC: what.

TC: she hit me up like right after i hit yøu up!

TC: as if yøur mørphday wasn't stacked enøugh, nøw we're getting visits frøm fictiønal ass femme fatales.

GC: what the fuck bro you gotta keep me updated on shit like this...

TC: yøu can save that shit før sømeøne whø wasn't busting his biceps making all kinds øf last minute arrangements øn yøur behalf while yøur sneaky ass ducked my messages!

GC: ha ha ha true... very true.

TC: besides.

TC: i think yøu're gønna be able tø find it in yøur hearts tø førgive me when i lay døwn my next mørphday gift, sø last minute even i didn't knøw i was giving it tø yøu MYSELF until just tøday.

TC: that cartøøn?

TC: she's gønna be real-life in-persøn actually før truesies

TC: LEGIT

TC: jøining us før tøday's gaming sesh.

GC: yeah i knew that.

TC: 8D

GC: dude do we know everything...?

TC: everything except i guess what it feels like tø be an uninførmed ass ignøramus!

GC: ha ha ha bet it sucks major haunch fat.

TC: all slurping øn it like mørøns.

TC: "øøøhhhhh i døn't knøw shit frøm shit...!"

TC: "guess i'll slurp!"

GC: poor hapless goofs... almost makes you wanna cry.

TC: nøt really my rødeø.

GC: that is just too real.

TC: but hell yes, sø yøu're up tø speed?

TC: yøu're løcked in?

TC: TELL me yøu're løcked in, i need yøu løcked in.

GC: i'm popped, i'm locked, and i'm doing the opposite of dropping...

GC: feeling pretty good honestly.

GC: feeling like i was congested for tides and tides but after sitting on my head i finally yanged out a thick lump of sedimentary bile out of my supranaval cavity and i can finally breath again...

TC: hellllll yes.

TC: what have yøu even been up tø?

TC: i had tø get a drøne tø set up a bunch øf stuff at yøur place.

GC: oh i got blown up.

TC: that is sø yøu, ly'ly.

GC: woke up on some purple planet and spoke to some weirdos...

GC: caught up with my homegirls.

GC: got a new wand...

GC: killed some shit.

GC: had to eat meemaw actually...

GC: digest in peace to her.

TC: :(

TC: that's a bummer.

TC: she was øld as fuck, wasn't she?

GC: as fuuuuuuuuuck...

TC: well i'd pøur søme øut før the øld gløbe but it's wires all the fuck øver the place right nøw and the ønly fløørspace i even have tø spare is DANCE FLØØR DESIGNATED, sø i'm nøt abøut tø gø intrøducing any møre tripping hazards all up in my sanctum.

GC: your old ass caretaker would probably appreciate fewer tripping hazards lmfao.

TC: LØL.

TC: yøu'd maybe expect that from a guy whø's been arøund that løng but the exemplar is super spry when he's nøt crushing øne øf his certified cøma-naps.

TC: yøu already knøw i'd catch suuuch a lecture før it thøugh, seriøusly what is it with øld peøple and nøt shutting the fuck up?

TC: løve him thø.

GC: you're a good kid bro...

TC: yøu tøø ly'lac... i knøw yøu ate meemaw up sø admirably, i bet it was hønestly awe-inspiring.

GC: the guy watching didn't really have anything to say about it but you're probably right tbh.

GC: which, looking back is funny because he talks sooooooooooooooo much usually...

GC: at least he used to.

TC: :ø ?

GC: it's lowkey complicated as fuck... i'll tell you later.

GC: just know there was a guy...

TC: was, eh?

TC: bet.

TC: yøu're like søme kind øf prødigy at øld-peøple death-adjacency.

GC: old people die, it's basically the only thing they do.

TC: ønly øld dude i ever kick it with døesn't seem tø cøncur but he's definitely an øutlier...

TC: writing this shit døwn thøugh...

TC: "øld...

TC: peøple...

TC: die."

TC: there, cønsider it scrawled.

TC: i'd pøp it in the ~PTH før pøsterity but yøu've gøt it at the møme.

TC: actually it is just straight up alsø already in there, LØL.

GC: those murderous psychos really thought of everything...

TC: i'd like tø believe we perfected it thøugh.

TC: øn the subject øf their grand and unfathømable mysteries, get yøur hydrøstatic ass back tø yøur røøm sø we can reap the rewards øf øur audaciøus genius!

TC: we need tø get øur game øn, knøw what i'm saying?

GC: yeah.

GC: fuck yeah!!!

GC: it's freaking game time.

GC: wait actually i'm mad...!

GC: dude why'd you make me go first now vriska's mad at me.

TC: økay well first øf all yøu're the mørphday girl sø she can just deal, this is øur shit she's all interløped up øn.

TC: even thøugh she's welcøme tø løpe.

TC: but secønd øf all she's hønestly møre støked and ready tø get this game gøing than like, actually MAD.

TC: she's cøøl!

GC: whaaat you've been talking? like talking talking???

TC: she hit me up øn cha.OS literally secønds after i depløyed it publicly!

TC: which was naturally a fascinating little mystery in and øf itself, but løng støry shørt her and a few øther buddies øf hers cruised thrøugh and they're sliding intø øur sessiøn.

TC: we've been scheming tøgether øn the particulars før a bit nøw.

GC: wow that's.

GC: that's freaking awesome...!

GC: ha ha you wouldn't try and leave me behind or some shit right...?

TC: be seriøus.

GC: lol i wasn't serious.

TC: well i cøuld say a whøle løt møre, but every secønd yøu spend nøt gaming is a secønd yøu spend nøt being able tø hear this shit frøm me, AND HER, in PERSØN, yøu fuckin gøøn!

GC: fuuuck...

GC: idk.

GC: i'm not ready yet...

GC: can you kick her out the game.

TC: real shit?

TC: aight høld øn øøøne sec.

GC: don't do that.

TC: listen, døn't even fret yøur frønds, it's nøt like yøu're gønna see her right away!

TC: there's a very particular ørder tø the link-ups and yøur first ørder øf business?

TC: kicking it ridiculøus with yøurs trøøly cøøly.

GC: oh thank the fucking sun...

GC: how long is it gonna take to get all this shit set up?

TC: yøu knøw i wørk fast as fuck, sø barring a few fun bits i wanted yøu tø have a chance tø dø yøurself, it's already ready!

TC: and yøu'll have the smøøthest server player in the dørm guiding yøur every step.

GC: ha ha ha yes bo'bo!!!

TC: ly'ly, i think that's gønna have tø be a FUCK yes.

TC: this is gønna bbbbbbbbbbnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

GC: heh, too many xans i guess.

GC: don't forget to ping me first when you wake up, party boy!!!