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[transientglobal]

....Head hurts. Looking at this place. Makes my head hurt.

Take your wires out of my head they don't belong there
Seem to have misplaced them.
Misplaced.

Misplaced Simon?

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[wrong_lever]

Another one? Are you one of those mirrors people keep yammering about?

What have you lost, girl?

[transientglobal]

M'not a mirror. I'm a person.

A brother.

[wrong_lever]

Thats what many of them seem to enjoy claiming.

What a pity.

[transientglobal]

...Don't know any mirrors that claim.

[wrong_lever]

Well, you're lucky then.

I'm holed up downstairs, avoiding them for now.

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[transientglobal]

...Dangerous here. Things... not as they seem, unseemly things, seeming to... ... show their seams.

[transientglobal]

...I have to hide. They're watching.

[wrong_lever]

Yes, that's probably well-advised, for the moment.

[transientglobal]

Like to burrow deep down underneath the ground like squirrels ...don'tcha?

[wrong_lever]

I loathe squirrels.

[transientglobal]

Mischievous things. Like to chew.

[wrong_lever]

And chatter uselessly.

[transientglobal]

And make a face!

[wrong_lever]

Every last squirrel on earth should drop dead!

[transientglobal]

They did.

[wrong_lever]

Reeeeaaaally?