Doce: This is all eerily familiar.

[needs_a_plan]

Uh, we might have a slight issue regarding the whole Lupin-suddenly-disappearing...situation.

...Primarily in the fact that it turns out we don't know how to steer a boat.

Now, mind you, everything would have been fine if SOMEONE hadn't let her dog eat the instructions, but I'll reserve judgment until we're no longer marooned on a rock in the

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[deadgirldropout]

[needs_a_plan]

...Hi, George.

[deadgirldropout]

So are you coming back?

[needs_a_plan]

...Yes, George.

[deadgirldropout]

Are you going to stay?

[needs_a_plan]

...Yes, George.

[deadgirldropout]

For how long?

[needs_a_plan]

...That...depends.

[deadgirldropout]

On how long it takes you to learn how to steer a ship, I guess?

[needs_a_plan]

I was going to say, oh how hard you'll hit me if I give a less than satisfactory answer.

[deadgirldropout]

So the harder I hit you the longer you'll stay?

[needs_a_plan]

...Uh, let's call it the other way. The harder you hit me the faster I'll leave. Fair?

[deadgirldropout]

Okay, sure. I'll hit you so hard that you have to leave immediately. How does that sound?

[needs_a_plan]

Oh, come on! Are you still mad at me? Why are you mad at me?

[deadgirldropout]

Because you're a fucking idiot.

We can't come get you right now anyway. Our ship is all burned and shit.

[needs_a_plan]

How am I an idiot? Chel's dog ate the instructions!

...I think we can survive until it's fixed.