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[hamburellakind]

[The video feed starts out harmlessly enough. It's just John in his room, sitting on his bed. He is looking weirdly gleeful, though.]Hi guys! So I don't know who knows this but today is Nicolas Cage's birthday! For those of you who don't know who he is, Nic Cage is God's gift to human cinema basically the best thing to happen to my young life

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[vision_8fold]

[Like hell is Vriska going to pass up the opportunity to go watch Nic Cage movies with John. But she also doesn't want to make it seem like she's too keen.

Thus, she casually knocks on the door before walking in because really, he's hardly going to not let her in, is he?]

What're you doing, John?

[hamburellakind]

[Guess who's wearing a dirty wifebeater and a mullet wig?

That's right.]

Vriska! Come in, movie time, movie time!

[He drags her inside past a tasteful depiction of the guest of honor hanging on the wall and plops her down in front of the TV, which was currently showing Face/Off.]

[vision_8fold]

[John, this is not helping her crush on you one tiny little bit. Which is probably why she allows him to drag her in with surprisingly little protest]

Interesting set-up you have here, John. Special occasion?

[She already knows. But she's not here because of the broadcast, that she'd admit, so you know. Pretence and all]

[hamburellakind]

Duh! It's Nic Cage's birthday! Didn't you see my post?

[He looks a little disappointed.]

[vision_8fold]

[Well on the one hand, that does suck. But on the other hand, so presumptuous to think she keeps track of these things, even if she totally does]

John, I am a busy troll. I have so many irons in so many fires, I can't just sit and stare at the network just waiting for something that might actually be interesting. But I'm here now, aren't I? So the wiggling day celebrations can begin in earnest.

[hamburellakind]

Well...okay.

[He plops down next to her, pulling a bowl of something fluorescent orange into his lap.]

Have you watched this one yet?

[vision_8fold]

Possibly. Which one is it?

[Like she doesn't already know. She is, however, intrigued by this fluorescent orange]

What the hell is that?

[hamburellakind]

Face/Off!

Huh? These? Oh. Guess you guys wouldn't eat these, huh? They're cheetos!

[vision_8fold]

Oh! Yes, I watched that one. It's no Con Air but it was okay.

[And she's still seen it, like, ten times]

Oh. Are they supposed to be that bright?

[hamburellakind]

Hehe, yeah, true.

[He shrugs, looking down at the bowl.]

I think they're artificial on purpose? Probably some sort of advertizing thing. People think orange, they think of Cheetos? [He glances at her.] Or of you, hehehe.

[vision_8fold]

[Vriska's not sure whether to be complimented that there are certain mundane words that John associates with her or scandalised at being compared to a human snack.

On balance, given that she's in a good mood and John has a Cage shrine to rival her own, she decides to opt for the former]

Obviously. Though I'd hope that's not the only thing people would think of me.

[And now she's going to just swipe one of those Cheetos, or at least attempt to, so she can see what the fuss is about]

[hamburellakind]

Well, duh! But you are very orange now, hehehe.

[Munchmunchmunch.]

[vision_8fold]

[She just smirks as he states the obvious, cauiously munching the Cheeto and considering the taste]

Not bad. I suppose these are acceptable.

[hamburellakind]

[John grins.]

See, human stuff isn't as bad or weird as you guys always make it out to be.

[vision_8fold]

Not all the time. Some of it's still all kinds of messed up so don't start getting cocky on me.

[Stealing some more Cheetos now and fixing her attention back onto Nic]

[hamburellakind]

[Eyeroll.]

You guys are the aliens, not us!