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It's almost 1pm, but Topher's just gotten up - and dressed - so he considers it morning. This is made clear by the opening of his Taxon-wide boradcast.
"Goooood Morning, Taxon! You know, that really doesn't have quite the same ring to it as 'Good Morning Vietnam'. Maybe it's just my voice? Anyways..."
Topher spins around 360 degrees in his swivel chair, starting where he began: looking at the screen.
"I have a couple of hypothetical questions for everyone out there. One, anybody have theories on what happens when we leave? Do we remember all of this?" He spreads his arms out in an all-encompassing gesture.
"Two, assuming we don't remember this, are we then free to leak secret information? I mean, really secret information, not the deepest-darkest secrets of sixteen year old girls."
He pauses for a moment, and grins. "No offense to any sixteen year old girls."
"Three... I actually can't remember the third, but there was one. I'll get back to you on that."
"Goooood Morning, Taxon! You know, that really doesn't have quite the same ring to it as 'Good Morning Vietnam'. Maybe it's just my voice? Anyways..."
Topher spins around 360 degrees in his swivel chair, starting where he began: looking at the screen.
"I have a couple of hypothetical questions for everyone out there. One, anybody have theories on what happens when we leave? Do we remember all of this?" He spreads his arms out in an all-encompassing gesture.
"Two, assuming we don't remember this, are we then free to leak secret information? I mean, really secret information, not the deepest-darkest secrets of sixteen year old girls."
He pauses for a moment, and grins. "No offense to any sixteen year old girls."
"Three... I actually can't remember the third, but there was one. I'll get back to you on that."