GG: I guess I should find all that ominous. GG: But I cannot lie, sir. GG: Nothing you have said has made me one iota less excited to begin this adventure! GG: Those dastardly agents can try to assassinate me all they like. I just want to get started! TT: That's the most awesome way to be, Jane. TT: And it is again why you will be our leader. TT: (Sort of.) GG: Right. GG: Still fixing to pull the strings for us, per your extensive puppet metaphor? TT: Pulling them as we speak. TT: I am having Lil Seb install a real copy of the client on another computer in your house. TT: A clean computer, not any of this BCCorp garbage you tend to accumulate. TT: I'll have to insist from this point onward, you employ neutral devices. TT: That shit fucks with your head. GG: Hrm. GG: Alrighty, I think I can make that concession. TT: Once it's installed, I'll connect with you. I will be your server player. TT: I know this isn't what you were hoping for, but some improvisation is in order. TT: While you get the ball rolling, I'll try to talk some sense into that mercurial boozehound. GG: Sounds like a plan. GG: I do hope she comes around. It would be a bummer to play without her. TT: She will. GG: Say, do I even have any machines that survived the explosion besides this one? TT: Do you even have any machines that don't inundate you with fucking Hamburger Helper ads and Guy Fieri's heinous propaganda? GG: I guess not. :p GG: Still, some nice things were surely destroyed. GG: I think Detective Pony was caught in the blast. GG: It's unlikely Acorn survived. :'( TT: A fitting end to a life of moral compromise. GG: So, since I'm apparently out of "neutral devices," GG: Which computer is Seb installing the file on? TT: On your dad's computer downstairs. TT: One in the study.