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[othertrotter]

Don't have much time to write, am on my eighth incarnation this week.

Lab life is currently not very happy. All I have for company right now is Thorondir and...Thorondir.

This does not bode well.

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[farmermaggot]

YOU.

*knocks over lab apparatus*

I din' even get an OBIT, yer know.

[othertrotter]

aieee. *throws beaker at it*

IT WASN'T MY FAULT I SAID I WAS SORRY!

[farmermaggot]

*watches Beaker pass through him an' hit th' wall* Poor muppet.

Well, 's jest...y'know, no obit. 'm actually kinder pleased wi' th' ghostliness, i' th' long run. Bin travellin' an' seein' lotsa places. They's some strange persons ou' there. An' they's got some strange hobbies.

But y' really should work on th' bad habits. Bein' killed HURT, y'know.

[othertrotter]

He was a fucker. Always following me around and making weird noises.

Um. That's very good. They just keep bringing me back when I die painfully.

I'm trying to get over the having to kill people thing! I've even gotten self-help books about it!

DON'T MAKE MY HEAD SPIN COUNTERCLOCKWISE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE