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carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling gardenGnostic [GG]
CG: THE PASSWORD IS
CG: SEE YOU SOON
CG: OK UH
CG: I'M GOING TO TAKE YOUR LACK OF RESPONSE AS TACIT VERIFICATION.
CG: ALSO
CG: THIS PRETTY MUCH HAS TO BE THE LAST CONVERSATION WE HAVE, RIGHT?
CG: YOUR TIMELINE CUTS OUT COMPLETELY IN A MINUTE OR TWO BECAUSE OF THE SCRATCH.
CG: WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT UP THERE?
CG: ARE YOU HYPNOTIZED BY THE FLASHY SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK.
CG: THAT'S BEEN GOING ON EVER SINCE JOHN STARTED SCRATCHING THAT BIG GODDAMN RECORD, AREN'T YOU ACCLIMATED TO IT BY NOW?
CG: HELLO????????????
CG: HARLEY, JEGUS MOTHER OF SCREAMING FUCK.
CG: WHATEVER, I HAVE SHIT TO DO NOW.
CG: I GUESS I SHOULD BE KEEPING AN EYE IN THE SKY TOO NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT.
CG: THE BRIGHT GREEN BEACON SHOULD BE APPEARING ANY MINUTE, ASSUMING YOU ACTUALLY MANAGE TO BLOW UP THE SUN.
CG: AND THEN
CG: WELL, THEN I GUESS MAYBE WE ALL GET TO HANG OUT?
CG: WHILE MAYBE ALSO NOT BEING IN UNYIELDING MORTAL PERIL???
CG: IT'S GETTING KIND OF OLD, FRANKLY.
CG: OK, WELL THIS IS A PRETTY CRAPPY FAREWELL, BUT I GUESS IT'LL HAVE TO DO SINCE THERE IS SOME SERIOUSLY SHOW-STOPPING SHIT TRANSPIRING UP THERE IN FUCKING OUTER SPACE.
CG: LATER JADE, I'M GOING TO GO MAKE SURE JOHN KNOWS WHAT THE HELL HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE DOING.
CG: AND IN CASE NONE OF THIS WORKS AND WE DON'T ACTUALLY GET TO MEET
CG: I GUESS I SHOULD SAY...
CG: SINCE APPARENTLY MY GUTLESS FUTURE SELF CAN'T EXPRESS HIMSELF AND NEVER GOT AROUND TO SAYING SO
CG: THUS LEAVING IT UP TO ME AS USUAL
CG: TO SAY
CG: THAT
GG: oh sorry!
GG: i was distracted
CG: OH
GG: no not by all the scratchy stuff in the sky
GG: theres something coming down...
CG: WHAT

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