“Xisuma. Mr. Void. Server daddy. Bone dude. How are you?”
Xisuma looked up from his desk and took off his glasses. “I hate half of that sentence, and I really don’t like the way you’re smiling at me right now. What do you want, Zedaph?”
“It’s nothing, really. Silly thing. Could you sign this piece of paper? No need to read it or anything, just need your autograph, you know!” Zedaph slid the paper along Xisuma’s desk. Xisuma picked it up and put back on his glasses. “No! I mean, no, haha, reading is for nerds don’t do that, you don’t want to be a nerd, do you?”
Xisuma, ignoring Zed, read the whole paper, and with each line, he looked more and more tired.
“Zed, I swear we’ve done this song and dance before. Is this another off-server permission slip?”
“Okay, yes, maybe, but it’s another very cool opportunity, and I need an admin’s signature in order to do it. Please?” Zed gave Xisuma the biggest puppy dog eyes he could.
“What is it exactly you’ll be doing? The summary of the trip is very lacking in detail.”
“Uh, testing. Stuff. It’s like my science experiments from last season. I’m meeting with a grizzled war veteran to help him test a few things. Casual stuff, really.” Zedaph definitely wasn’t sweating.
Xisuma sighed. “You know what, fine. I am not coming to pick you up early if you throw up or something, got it?”
“Yes, yes yes! Oh thank you Admin Big Bone!” Zedaph clapped and pranced around the room.
“…you can just call me by my name, Zed.” Xisuma said, signing the paper and wishing he could resign as admin. “So, where is this Snowchester, anyway?”
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“YOOOOO!!! HOLY SHIT YOU’RE HERE!!!”
“I am, and I am so, so excited!” Zedaph was almost knocked over by a dude in a big brown coat. “Tubbo, my man, how are you?”
“How am I? I’ve never been better!” Tubbo grinned, shaking Zedaph’s hand. “My friend, we’ve got nukes to build and test. They’re all waiting for us in the laboratories I built, and I secured a testing sight.”
“One question: will there be lab coats?” Zedaph asked.
“Of fucking course! What kind of nuclear scientists would we be without lab coats?” Tubbo exclaimed.
“Well, what are we waiting for, then? Let’s go!” Zedaph said, and they high-fived as they made their way to Snowchester and the nuclear bomb testing site. Needless to say, the phrase “nuclear bomb” had been purposely left out of the permission slip, because there was no way in hell Xisuma would have let Zed go otherwise.
