[twenty five] Anyone out there?

[goodgrasshopper]

[It's a long shot, but Molly really misses her mom and dad.]

Anyone out there from Chicago? My Chicago, I mean. Murphy? Dad? Mom? Little Carpenters?

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[goodgrasshopper]

Butters?! What--how are you?

[polkaneverdies.livejournal.com]

I'm alright. How are you doing? Why are you on the work intercom?

[goodgrasshopper]

I'm okay. I'm not really... on the work intercom. I'm on a transdimensional prison ship, trying to rehabilitate someone. It's one of those weird "you know what" things making our communication devices talk to people who aren't on the prison ship.

[polkaneverdies.livejournal.com]

...I think I may be drunk.

Why are you in prison? Do you need someone to come and get you?

[goodgrasshopper]

...Yeah, let's go with this being a drunken hallucination. That works.

I'm not in prison. I'm one of the wardens here.