EB: alright. EB: like what? CG: PLANS. EB: what plans? CG: NEVER MIND THAT. FIRST, GET OUT OF THE FUCKING BLACKOUT TO A PLACE WHERE I CAN SEE YOU. CG: LEAVE NOW, I'LL CONTACT YOU IN A WHILE, ONCE YOU'VE LANDED. EB: landed where? CG: LOHAC. OBVIOUSLY. EB: oh, obviously. CG: WELL HOW ELSE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING TO CAUSE THE SCRATCH, IDIOT. CG: DO YOU EVEN HAVE ANY CLUE WHAT'S GOING ON? CG: WAIT, OF COURSE YOU DON'T, YOU ARE WEARING PAJAMAS AND GIGGLING AT CLOUDS LIKE EACH ONE WAS SHAPED LIKE THE RUDEST BIT OF NAKED ANATOMY A HUMAN CAN RECOGNIZE. EB: no i'm not! EB: i mean, yes, i am wearing some pretty nice pajamas. EB: but i know lots of things, like about the tumor, which i have already recovered... EB: wait, i mean <color=000000>the tumor</color> EB: wait, fuck. EB: i mean... EB: oh screw it, you know, the big bomb, and some other stuff like that, i am totally in the loop. CG: GREAT, AWESOME, NOW GET GOING. EB: so i have to cause the scratch, huh? CG: OK, I'M DONE HERE. TALK TO YOU IN ONE SECOND FOR ME, ONE LONG WINDY FUCKING JOURNEY FOR YOU. carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased trolling ectoBiologist [EB] carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling ectoBiologist [EB] CG: OK EB: hi!