[posting from his laptop in the Center of Camp]

[inthemoodnow]

Okay, so now seems like as good a time as any to get organised. There's that countdown clock and all of those cryptic notes of doom and lots of mysterious beautiful strangers. Speaking of which, if anyone has the phone number for that engineer? Hook me up. I've thought of a few more questions I'd like to ask him

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[masterbaited]

. . . I have a variety of psychic attacks at my disposal, both offensive and defensive.

[inheritthewind]

Dude, you're PSYCHIC? What number am I thinkin' of right now?

*it's 69, for those playing along at home*

[masterbaited]

[gives him a look that very blatantly says you are a fucking moron]

[inheritthewind]

I question your loyalty to the cause.

[masterbaited]

All right.

[inheritthewind]

...jeez, man, lighten up. We're just tryin' to get things straight for the upcomin' apocalypse, don't get your panties inna bunch.

[masterbaited]

Are you really?

[inheritthewind]

Dude, why else would I be hangin' with these losers?