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[senorcrunchy]

So I'm walking down the old 6th grade hall from the elementary school, and I have a distinct and unsettling feeling that I'm being followed. So I duck into a room that turns out to be the Indie office at SB, except painted a deep red and very harshly and brightly lit. All the staffers I know are there, and laughing to each other, but totally

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[oppa_did_meanit]

Did you have any Italian sausage for dinner? It gives you bad dreams. I'm not even making this up.

[senorcrunchy]

Nope, Salisbury steak. But thanks for the warning.

[l_shaped_man]

It was Jacob.

[senorcrunchy]

But Jacob seemed so friendly to everyone except Ben!

[l_shaped_man]

Whom he was using, right?