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Happy birthday, Lizard.
(Walter placed a plate of creme puffs in front of her.)
Wait, it's her what?
Fuck, uh, shit.
Relax Chief, she barely told anyone. Or anyone at all, really.
Sweets! Ehm. I, we never did much on my birthdays growing up. I was busy, mother was busy. I was a secret. We kept it small.
Uncle Sarge, do you think we could go on a walk to the barn again?
...You know what? Sure. Let's go.
I don't think i should open this right now. I'll feel bad if i just received this and give nothing to them in return.
What? You won't open the love letter because there's no address that you can return something for-
FUCKING HELL!!
Hello user! Welcome to Y2K BlueJay edition. I'm Darnold, your Personal Desktop Assistant!
And I'm your Art Tutor and Art infor- Hi Honey!!
Hello my ray of sunshine!
Just...great....
[>Darnold and Tommy are open for emails]
Uncle is it possible for us to go for a walk. Get some fresh air perhaps? - Lizard
Sure. The main site's just down the road and there's a small field of grass out on the southeast side. We can head there. Hell, there's even a small farm, thanks to one of the anomalies. Indigo. Real friendly. They'll give you their name basically immediately, so be ready for that.
Uncles, I have brought you each a slice of cake. I've determined it's of high enough quality to share.
The gift is greatly appreciated.
(Klein takes the plates, handing one to Johnson who quietly starts eating it. Klein follows suit shortly after.)
(Johnson bumped his brother's shoulder as cake slices were placed in front of them.)
[He turned slightly to look at Johnson.]
Hm?
Uncles. I believe I am dying. Contact the GOC to have the necessary funerary preparations made. I fear my time has come far sooner than expected.
(Has never had a human cold before and is being incredibly over dramatic about it.)
(Klein, put simply, locks up completely. Panic floods his mind, before Johnson pauses, noticing that her nose was discolored.)
...What are your symptoms?
(Suddenly, Klein twitches.)
...something wrong, Spooks?
(Silently, he gets up and leaves the van.)
...Goddamnit.
(Johnson turns off the van and follows him)
