[ For once, the video clicks on, instead of the poor network being flooded with obnoxious red text. Dave is lounging in a chair, behind a café table somewhere in Goldenrod, with a bubble tea in one hand. ]
Ladies. Strider needs a favour.
[ Why yes, he's talking to all of you. Or any of you, really. ]I'm willing to offer a few hours of my time to
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