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[moveurdeadfros]

*Look, in the sky! Is it a bird? Is it a old school sci-fi silvery flying saucer UFO? Oh, yes it is

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[deadbeatgoeson]

... wait. This is all wrong, man, it's Thursday.

[artist_of_anger]

*I would care for your timelineincongruities, if I just wasn't so busy swearing up a storm at the skies, and the grounds, and the aliens, and Kabapu. Mostly Kabapu.*

[deadbeatgoeson]

Welcome back. Sword guy's still around, unfortunately.

[artist_of_anger]

*Breathe in, breathe out. Try to move. Try to get to your legs. Sweet vengeance shall only be yours if you can get up and move!

... This might take a while.*

[deadbeatgoeson]

... get any of whatever counts as currency wherever you went this time, at least?

[artist_of_anger]

*Breathe's in veerrry slowly, then lies down and shakes head.* Nothing... but pain this time.

[deadbeatgoeson]

Well, that's just fantastic.

[artist_of_anger]

Can think... of better... goddamn dancing aliens and their... who names it Groove-o-Tron...

[deadbeatgoeson]

You got transported to the Soul Train, didn't you.

[artist_of_anger]

... I dunno. Is the soultrain run by aliens who make you dance for the survival of the universe?

[deadbeatgoeson]

I'd say that depends on whether you believe the conspiracy theories or not.

[artist_of_anger]

If seeing is believing... count me in.

[kabapenis]

*So how did you like that personal space? You did, did you? Too bad. I know nothing of your personal bubble, and I will prove it by suddenly being nose to nose with you.* THURSDAYY!?!?!

[deadbeatgoeson]

Thursday. Also, shut up.

[kabapenis]

Great Scott, a whole week into the future! Who knows what sinister *thwirls on the spot, legs and fingers all a-pose* might have electric slid their way into camp by then!

[deadbeatgoeson]

... right.