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[rewindow]

...ahh, I hope this works...

[YOU KNOW THOSE RAPE TREES? The ones which try and molest you? Well it looks like this one has... been frozen and someone brilliant is laying down his jacket to sleep under it.]

(ooc: lolol out! Will pick up when I can)

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[bitchgotbitches]

...Idiots. Idiots everywhere.

[rewindow]

Huh?

[bitchgotbitches]

You heard me!

[rewindow]

...yeah.

[bitchgotbitches]

[...there is something strange about you. COMING CLOSER]

[rewindow]

[VISOR DEFENSE, LEVEL 3! RED ALERT!]

[bitchgotbitches]

[stops, takes out a letter, and essentially shoves it in your face]

The names at the bottom. Elizabeth Sayre and Stephan Debussey -- where can I find them?

[rewindow]

. . .

Uhm.

[bitchgotbitches]

Well?

[rewindow]

I don't know.

[bitchgotbitches]

You've never heard of them.

[rewindow]

...I think Yoh-san mentioned them.

[bitchgotbitches]

...

[bitchgotbitches]

Yoh?

[rewindow]

...yeah. We're going to make fliers.

[bitchgotbitches]

That no good... If he thinks I'll forgive him for this, haaa, he'll see... 200 miles, then 2,000 push-ups, 300 laps in the lake...