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[yucca_isnt_porn]

For the past few weeks since the events of chip that doesn't exist, Mother has been a bit more of himself. He's been watching everything that goes on outside of his apartment and the office like some kind of kid skulking by the christmas tree with the clunky family camcorder and a pot of coffee hoping to see either Santa or the Martians dropping

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[dontlooklisten]

Whistler is familiar with the rhythms of a sleeper's breath, which is why he's thoughtfully turning a Sharpie marker over and over in one hand.

"Whistler. No," says Crease from across the room.

"Oh, come on, Crease-"

"I said no." There's a pause. "You'll wake him up halfway through."

"Okay, point, but still-"

[abar_starclog]

Carl's working on a coding experiment - but everyone needs to glance away from the screen every now and then, and with so many windows in the office, it's only natural that he'd look out the window.
Just in time to see an official-looking black car lead a Winnebago up the street.
"...Guys? Better idea. Who wants to go collect the keys to his present?"

[sime_channel]

"I could keep him asleep." Suzi offers, swinging her feet. She's perched on Whistler's worktable.

[dontlooklisten]

Whistler cocks his head at Suzi, grinning; Crease just shakes his head and gets up. "I'll handle it," he says. "You people just..."

He looks at Mother a moment.

"... keep him asleep, why don't you," Crease suddenly finishes. "I think we all owe Mother a little something extra after what he's been putting us through."