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[sergeantfury]

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Okay, seriously now, what happened to Scotland?

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[rentsdownstairs]

Did it move?

[sergeantfury]

Either it moved, or I moved, or the last two years of my life have actually been spent lying in some kind of Matrix-style cylinder.

Honestly, I'm keeping all these options open.

[rentsdownstairs]

Once, I spent an entire six months in a large cylinder, drenched in maple syrup. I gained quite a bit of respect among the Neo-spherical community.

If I see Scotland, I'll let you know.

[sergeantfury]

That's, that's beautiful. Creepy, but beautiful.

Thanks. I mean, from what Riley's buddies told me, it seems like I won't be seeing it for a while, but I'm holding out hope.

[incalculacable]

INORITE?

Before they were all, "lalala, we're sheep farmers in skirts," and now they're all... domesticated. It's a tragedy, really.

[sergeantfury]

You're clearly a perceptive genius, my man.

Those poor Scots, trading in their heritage for civilisation.

[incalculacable]

Amen, my friend. You are right.

I bet Mel Gibson's rolling in his grave.

[sergeantfury]

Oh, undoubtedly. That might be because someone turned him into a vampire, though.