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Access, add free shows, exclusive content, and our enduring gratitude. Just follow any of the links in the show notes for this episode. How are you feeling? I'm feeling better. You weren't kidding about that warp gate.

That was not a good feeling. You get used to it. Holy shit, where are we? We're fine. We're on something.

It's an ice hauler. Why are we attached to it?

“You know those small fish that attach themselves to sharks?”

Yeah. That's what we're doing right now.

I've never seen anything so big.

At any given moment, there are about a million of these things traveling through the triad, delivering ice. They scoop it up from accretion discs and make their way to whatever planet will pay for it. Holy automated and massive. If you're small enough, you can attach yourself to the side.

Run on ghost power and you're pretty hard to see. Slow, but invisible. And this thing is taking us where we need to go. Yeah. Shouldn't be long now.

Feeling nostalgic, like a little bit. Sure. Why are you feeling nostalgic?

This was one of my first crimes in the triad.

It was me, Virge, and Des. We'd attach to an ice hauler, reprogram the trajectory, and sell the contents to anyone looking for ice at a bargain. You would steal these things? We would.

It's the size of the Chrysler building. There's a particular economics to the whole thing. We figured out there was a threshold of theft that the teds would tolerate. If they lost a few ships per cycle, it wouldn't be worth the resources to try and find out who did it.

It was cheaper to take the loss. We made sure to keep it under the threshold. Hilariously, stealing a ship this big is the easiest crime in the triad if you know what you're doing. What was Burge like back then?

The same, but different, angrier, less trusting. First time we met, they pointed a gun at me. Why? Because they didn't know me. And that was what did it for you, huh?

I guess back then, I liked a challenge. Ah, as opposed to these days, things are so simple now. At a certain point, the challenge has started looking for me instead of me looking for them. That's not as fun. Part of me really misses the ice hauling days.

What did it for you? Me?

I guess it was a million things.

At first, it was just because they were new. Not a lot of new in hoods pocket. And they were tall. I liked that, and, well, then, a lot of crazy bullshit went down, and there would be

“more standing in front of each other again, and everybody puts on a show, you know?”

There's this show they put on for everybody. But then, when you're alone with them, there was something so tender and shy and awkward about them when you got passed all that other stuff.

That and they took me to the moon.

Hard not to take your pants off for someone who does that for you. Oh, that's definitely a move that only works on earth girls. Oh, I'm sure. Let's get ready. Okay.

Deetra, in the container to your left, you'll see a small device outside of a penny. Yes.

“Attach that just behind your ear, it's a calm dot, that's how we'll communicate with each”

other. Okay. Also, put those bracelets on. Wait. These are like verges or soot.

We got them for you in Raxius.

It's like an earth suit in reverse.

You call it a sham suit. Okay. Go ahead and activate it. You can take some getting used to it. Okay.

Oh, my god. We're right. I'm an alien. Poof. You're an alien.

You guys. I think it kind of suits you. This is so fucked up. That should keep you from attracting attention. Having pink skin will keep me from attracting attention.

Believe it or not. Okay. If you say so.

“Do you want to explain this last knife that you gave me?”

Yeah. So, that meteor shower that hit the mountain brought raw materials from all over the place. The knife is made from Firmica 3. It's a mineral, but you can forge it like steel.

Why do I need? For Micah 3 has the ability to stop electrons dead in their tracks. You can jam it into anything electronic and not have to worry about getting shocked. It's a bot slayer. But the real reason, Deetra, is that even with the alien costume, you do not exactly

read as a space pirate. You could use some a kutramon. Well, at least I've got Halloween handled next year. Blending in won't be too hard. The galaxy brain usually has a few thousand people on it in any given time.

Jesus. It's that big. Oh, yes.

“I have a visual on it now on point side.”

I don't see anything. Wait for the starlight to hit it just right. Oh, what the fuck? Welcome to the galaxy brain. It's a planet.

It's a gigantic hunk of black glass. Loaf tracks built a space station inside it. Biggest in the triad. And 100% full of shitheads. Hey.

Yeah. This is going to work. OK. Breaking into an evil space fortress just the two of us. You're sure that.

Deetra. If there's anyone in the multiverse, I excel at defeating. It's myself. [MUSIC PLAYING] , good evening criminals.

This is Bradybug and the quirky jester.

Here, once again, to remind you, it is always crime a clock here in the triad.

We've got a lot of movers and shakers out there today. Let's hear it for a cat named M, who brought not one, not two, but three, or barges into port today. Where were they supposed to go? Who cares?

That's several metric tons of raw or for us here at the galaxy brain. What will we make with this or spoiler alert? It's weapons. Also, let's hear it for JP, the IT guy, whose credit ciphoning scheme at Nathaniel City Industries finally paid off to the tune of 16 billion unassigned credits.

Let me repeat that. That is 16 billion in funny money, my criminals. We all doubt a JP, but it turns out that being a huge nerd pays off.

JP, you do you.

Coming into the port right now is the SS, they paints.

The big day has been on a tear recently, rating the rim runners and has the plasma burns to show for it. Yes, they have been stealing from criminals, but remember, money is even more nice when it's stolen twice, isn't that right, quirky gesture. My criminals, it is going to be a larsonytastic day here at the galaxy brain.

Remember to C, C, the umbrella mage with your intake loot, and for the next hour, the password is Fishing Persona. [MUSIC] Hey, boss. You're late.

Sorry, I got hung up in Miss Hall 22. How does someone get hung up in a mess hall?

“Oh, I mean, literally, I was, you know, I think I as they sometimes like to time me up”

and hang me from the ceiling for a while, so. You're just going to let them do that to you. Uh, you know, comes with the territory. The territory? When your stall is everybody's waste, they kind of have the tendency to throw you around, right?

Kiga, don't let people treat you that way. Show a little more self-respect. Sorry, boss, I'll do that. Where's Minnski? Um, need to say, he said, something about a bunch of meetings.

That guy in his fucking meeting, all right, walk with me. Okay. [MUSIC]

“This gas attack, Minnski orchestrated on Raxius was a bit of a wild card, but it may be an opportunity.”

Opportunity for what? Raxius is a mess, but it was an organized mess. I need you to monitor the feeds and see how things play out. I'm hoping for a gang war.

Factions turn on each other and it gives us the opportunity to finally move in and establish

a foothold there. What if the tits try to do the same thing? I can handle the tits. Just keep me updated. Sure thing.

And try to stay off the fucking ceiling, please. You got it. [MUSIC] What happened to his face? Just keep me updated.

Sure thing, boss. [MUSIC] I need you to stop ripping off my guy's faces if you don't mind. [MUSIC] Sorry, I thought he was lunch.

[MUSIC] Speaking. [MUSIC] I thought you were giving me the silent treatment. Of the boredom got the better of me, I guess.

[MUSIC] Sorry about the bounty. Sorry about the bounty. Are you fucking serious? I sent messages to every goddamn criminal in the triad before I did it.

I think that's a response in of itself. When you say no, no love for subtlety, I guess. Nobody ignores me. Well, you've got my fucking attention. Now what the fuck do you want?

[MUSIC]

You were always terrified of Lovetracks.

I'm nearly twice as powerful as Lovetracks ever was. It's hard to be scared of someone when you've seen their ass in the moon light book book. [MUSIC]

“Honestly, I was expecting a call, a message, something.”

[MUSIC]

I had just gotten rid of Lovetracks, which was no small feat by the way.

That wasn't good news for you. [MUSIC] Good news. Yeah. [MUSIC]

How'd you do it? [MUSIC] It took some time.

“Lovetracks wasn't a genius, but they had almost supernatural instincts.”

I knew if I racked up one too many wins that they would have me killed because I was too much of a threat. But I knew to have me killed, they would have to go outside the organization. And there are only so many people outside this organization. It wasn't going to be rim runners because they were too stupid. The upwearer.

Aquarot don't go back on their agreements. By the time Lovetracks had hired the Aquarot to kill me, I had already hired them. And once Lovetracks was gone, everybody turned to me. And that was that. In the end, it was just about being 10% more paranoid than they were.

[MUSIC] Well, congratulations. I guess, is that what you wanted?

I've always hated this organization.

Life I still do.

“So you'll have to forgive me if I didn't send you a stripper inside of a fucking cake.”

[MUSIC] What the fuck is this about, Lovetracks? I don't even take up the largest bounty in the history of the triad, just to kept me to say, "Good job, kiddo. [MUSIC]

What do you want from me?" [MUSIC] Stop ripping off the guards' faces or I feed you plants. [MUSIC] [MUSIC]

Oh my god, that's fucking freezing. You okay? I realize this place is big, but they really need this much ice. Water isn't just for drinking, you can make a lot of stuff with it. Okay, I guess I'm in a literal freezer.

Yeah, that's a good place to start. Get to the exit, check if the coast is clear, then try and blend in. You're not going to be able to make a move until I do a few things. Where are you? Only part of this place is man-made.

There are a lot of nukes and crannies to hide in if you know what you're doing. Anytime I had a complicated project, there was a place up above the armory, where I could get away from all the bullshit and I just found it. God damn this fucking guy. Wait, his stuff is still here.

Sleeping bag, rocket juicer, a stack of micro-servers. He's still sleeps there. No, it's collecting dust.

But he never broke it all down.

Why? Were you ever in a relationship with someone and they still held on to their single life just a little bit?

“Don't get me started on the stuff that Virgil still has at the horizon?”

Exactly. This guy rules about 99% of the underworld in three galaxies and he still can't let go of ghost drives and casinos and hacker flops and tight spaces. It sounds like he misses it. I would too.

Looks like I'm at the exit. Deja, I'm not up on the network yet so I don't have your location for the time being trying to not attract attention and lend in with the others. Lendon with space pirates, huh? You're able to blend in in a town full of the weirdest fucking people I've ever met

Deja. You can do it. Okay, here goes. These micro servers are any good to us. They're a bit outdated but if I didn't work them, it will increase our computing power.

They're going to need it. When evil need discovers I'm here, he's going to unleash a lot of invasive shit into the network. You'll have them all computing power on his end then we will. That's true.

But it's pretty hard to hack yourself. There's a protocol in my folder called Mamedic Hygenist. We'll start with that after he breaks through that, we'll have our real level of security

So I mean that's going to be spiky snapping turtle.

That's the one. These names are ridiculous. I remember them I just forget which is which. Spiky snapping turtle will make us all defense up here, but with only one avenue of attack. We don't need to destroy him.

We just need to give verge the opportunity they need. That still won't be enough. We'll have the systems of this entire station against us. That's not all I'll be doing. Hey there.

Uh, hi. You don't look familiar. Where are you from? Uh, rocks prime. Oh, well, me too.

That's crazy. Yeah, I'm Giga. Hi, I'm... You're... Misty.

Misty Dawn. Misty Dawn. Misty Dawn. Misty Dawn. Misty Dawn.

Mitchell. Mitchell? Junior. Misty Dawn. Mitchell.

Okay. Nice to meet you. You too. Let me know if you need any help fighting anything. Sure.

“Uh, are you hanging upside down from the ceiling on purpose?”

No. No, it's just one of those things. Yeah. The guys around here today like to have themselves a laugh. And sometimes that involves me hanging upside down from the ceiling.

Why is that a laugh? Uh, now that you ask, I don't actually know. Yeah, how about I get you down from there? I don't know about that. Whenever I manage to free myself that tends to make them do it even more.

Okay.

The problem is I can't just walk by and leave you there.

Oh, sure. You can. Be able to do it all the time. Maybe that's part of the problem. What do you mean?

Also, I'm going to cut you down. Fuck. Call me old fashioned. I still like to put people behind bars. And that way if the power fails, they're still in a cage.

Not that you asked. I thought I'd mention it while you try and cook up some way to escape. There's no way to escape, by the way. You're stuck here. Now you're not speaking again.

You know, I've got all the time in the world. That means you have all the time in the world. Even if you could get out of that cage, you're not getting off the galaxy brain. No one's coming to rescue you. Who's going to come rescue you?

“One of the people from that weird fucking village you were hiding in?”

Nobody's coming. So I don't know what you're trying to accomplish. I really can't believe it, life. What? I'm used to being hunted.

It's happened to all my life. So the right person, I look just like a dollar sign. Wanted dead or alive. Dead or alive. But then, this bounty of yours.

Hmm. It's not want to dead or alive, isn't? In fact, I have to be alive. At all costs. In fact, if I'm not alive, the person who kills me, they get punished, don't they?

Your bounty was protecting me. So, I thought to myself, he must think, I have something. There must be something that he's looking for.

“I must have some sort of secret password to the key to some sort of treasure trove.”

Something of value. Anything of value. But then, if I did have something that you wanted.

That's the first thing you would have asked me for as soon as I arrived in this cage.

I've been waiting for it. It's not coming.

Wow. Wow. After all this.

After everything you've done.

You just... You just miss me. I created a world where you don't have to run anymore. Motherfucker. I call all the shots now.

Everything changes. I can't fucking believe this. BIRCH! Fuck you!

“Do you have any idea of what I had to do to make this empire?”

Do you have any idea? I don't care how powerful you are. You don't get to rewrite history. I don't rewrite anything. If you were a young arrogant little prick, you got one with of low tracks as evil empire,

and you couldn't resist could you.

Finally, you could fuck shit up the way you always wanted to.

Finally, you can get back at the world. The only problem was, you had to leave me in the dust when you did it. So you went off and you fuck shit up and you broke things. And you, cackled as banks were drained and ships collided and cities fucking burned life. You became the story that they told to scare children.

You're the thing in the darkness that people hope they never meet. You're the bad guy. You're the villain. Congratulations. But now...

Now here you are.

“You've climbed to the top of the shit pile.”

And you've decided you don't like the view. I like the view just fine. Then what are we doing here, lady? Come on. You tore the try at a part, looking for me. All because you decided to get out your little box of crayons and make me a little picture.

Look, baby, I did it all for you. How many are dead, life? How many lies have you run? If it wasn't me, it would have been someone else. They.

They wouldn't have been as good at it. You hate the try at just as much as I did. I hate the try at more than you do, cupcake. I have a reason to. Refugee to run away to Renegade?

That is the only path I could walk. You could have done anything. I didn't want to do anything. I wanted to be with you. And I believe that.

I started to believe that.

“Started to believe that something else was possible in my life.”

As soon as I was sitting on your ship, still in goods in the back. You telling me about baseball. Life you were the first person who ever saw me. I still see you.

I know. The problem is I see you too.

And I don't like what I see. I loved you. I did. I don't regret it. But people can get lost, life.

They can be led astray. They can lead themselves astray. And sometimes, when they do, there's no going back. It's the Shelly Act all over again, life. The worst parts of you took over, and now all you can do is watch.

Turns out I did have something you've been looking for. You wanted it all to mean something. But I can't give that to you. You don't got to be this and have me. I can make the world into anything I want.

No, you can't. You can't do that, life. It already remade you.

“So, I'm supposed to just sit here and be the bad guy.”

Is that it?

I don't get upset with me because you finally discovered consequences, life.

Fine. I'll say here and be the bad guy. You sit there and be the prisoner. All right, my leshes, law breakers, we've got jobs on the board. Who wants to rob a hartoony and wedding?

There will be piles of treasure and lots of rich folks there. But also lots and lots of security. This job is reserved for level 5's only. Make sure your weapon's card is validated and stamped before you even think of applying. Head down to the SS lack of lifestyle with you not to try to get on the team.

Also, it is your re-crustling season in the pleasure quadrant. So put on your spurs and your big ads and head on down to the SS, arrow, Jones, you all.

We don't have a captain for this one yet.

It will be most likely cast.

“But it's not too early to sign up if you're feeling like a little shootout on the open range.”

What? I have an update from Raxius. In here. What is it? Fucking speak.

You're hoping for chaos in the city, but it looks like that's not what's happening. What's happening? We had three assets. Two casinos and a credit stripper. Yeah.

They're on fire. They're on fire. Fire. Put it on screen. What the fuck?

The chaos we were hoping for isn't happening. It looks like they're actually more organized than they've ever been in Raxius. So this is how they want to play it, huh? Boss? This fucking city has been a pain in my ass for long enough.

What are you doing? Get an engineering team over to the Alex P. Keaton. Dustin and often get it staffed up. It's time to squash some bucks. Okay. The Alex P. Keaton is a massive ship.

It's going to take time to get it ready. And what point did I ask you for your opinion? Sorry. Do it. Sure thing, boss.

Captain Sugarbear, your warm runner is double doctor. Please come re-dock your ship into an appropriate space. Remember, folks, if you park a legally yours ship, we'll be towed and painted an unflattering color. Why were you hiding in the mountains?

Try to get back to my roots.

You've never been interested in your roots.

“I'm embracing change, life. You should try it sometime.”

This little village of yours? It's not on any maps. You know how those mountains are? Nobody knows what's up there. Perfect place for secret hideouts and quite little villages.

Stop being cute. Don't ask a fish not to swim, life. Have you been organizing in Raxius? Is that what you've been up to? The whole city has turned against me.

What's more likely that I turned an entire city against you or that you're just an unstoppable fuck face? This whole thing is coming to an end. Do you hear me? The city is going to regret that you ever showed up.

If you've dropped drop and roll miscarience, your new password is here. For the next hour, the passcode is... Sarah Nicole. We're going to be... And as we like to say, money ain't got no owners.

Just spenders isn't that right, quirky jester. Go on. Wake up. Go on. Wake up.

Sweep the security assets. Full diagnostic.

Full diagnostic. Integrity at 100%.

“Have all the ships in dock been scanned?”

Any ice haulers? Prioritize the ice hauler. Prioritizing ice hauler. Scan and complete. And Integrity at 99.937%.

Oh, really? Display node map. Scrolling node map. Stop there. Zoom in on that node. Why is that node 3 degrees hotter than the others?

Oh, no. Fluxuation is within acceptable range. Timbering unlikely. What's the current fluctuation of the other nodes? We're in fluctuation at one percent.

Probably nothing. Which node is this? Node 406069.

Oh, well, look who's a fucking comedian.

Hardwire connect to that node. No. Timbering detected on current node. I know. It's another hacker trying to send me their fucking resume.

Connect to the node. I don't have time for this today. You want to disconnect from the network, please? You're a fucking disgrace. You know that? Oh, well, this is cute.

You expect me to be impressed with a voice clone. Skin the signal for modulation. What? I thought about altering my voice, but I don't have a lot of time. This is exhausting.

You know how many of you code criminals have tried to get my attention with a little thing that they made? Congratulations. You made a voice clone that can't be stripped from the audio yet.

“Got any original ideas or just old ideas with a new pitch?”

I'll talk to me about new ideas, pal. I just had a look at your network. So you hitched to ride on an ice hauler. And now you're jacked into our network off in some dark corner, right?

I've seen it a million times.

It was because of ideas new. Doesn't make it interesting, Mr. Torfoldson. Locate the connection. Connection, of course. Trying to find my location.

Good luck with that. It would help if each hardwire port had its own ID, but they don't do they. I guess you'll have to check them one at a time. And there's only about 38,000 of them

shouldn't take longer than a week. What's this about? I remember trying to tell loaf tracks what a glaring security fly was. But you can't explain dataport security to space pirates, can you? What the fuck, of course?

You're in charge now. And yet, you still haven't fixed the problem. Getting pretty lazy, late. Crash the network and scramble the access codes. Now, crashing network.

Danger. Danger. How are you doing? Blending end, I think. I found a bar on one of these decks, and I'm trying not to attract attention.

I have her location, she's accepting that. Okay. What's wrong? Other me, Crash does network trying to purge me. When the network comes back online,

it'll be a good time to get moving. Okay. Where am I going? Head over to the window. Okay. Have a look outside.

Holy shit. The entire middle of the galaxy brain is hollowed out. It houses all the ships. I can't even see the other side of it. Yeah, it's big.

You can see the ice holer we came in on. It looks so small now. You're on deck 23. Sadly, you're going to need to get to deck 512.

“And you need to avoid elevators, Dejram.”

Jesus Christ. Are you serious? Sorry. Be ready to move. When he brings the network back online,

that's when the real fun starts. Okay. Good thing I live on a mountain, and I'm used to going uphill. I guess.

I'll let you know when to move. Okay. Here. Oh. Hey.

Giga. Right. Missy? Yes. Yes. That is my name.

Thanks for the help earlier. No problem. Does that? Does that really happen all the time? Yeah.

The boss keeps telling me to show a little more self-respecting,

But having self-respect doesn't make me for feet taller, does it? I guess not. Hey. Do you have access to the network right now? I can't get access to feet.

No. I think the network is down. They're working on it. Damn. Okay.

Hey. Did you hear what went down on Rex Prime? Rex Prime? No. I haven't heard.

The boss had three places there in Raxias, and they're all being burned to the ground. What? Why? The whole city is pissed off at us.

You heard about the chemical pits, right? Oh, yeah. I heard. Everybody in this city is pissed off about it. They're in full-on revolt.

And there's some sort of weird thing going on with this little town in Nomskull Hood's pocket? Huh? Look at this video I saved. Hey.

“Would I say Hood's Hood's Hood's Hood's Hood's Hood's Hood's Hood's Hood's Hood's Hood's Hood's Hood's Hood's Hood's Hood's Hood's Hood's Hood's Hood's Hood's Hood?”

Isn't that crazy? So crazy. That guy looks human, right? Yeah. Um.

Maybe it's an Earth suit. Maybe. I don't know. It's something weird going on. I've just...

I've never seen someone stand up to the boss like that.

I didn't even know it was possible. Oh. Hey. Want to meet my only two friends on this damn station? Sure.

Guys. Shit. Come in, calm. Everything's going to be fine. Misty?

This is Battle Hope and Bugaboo. Even a man please to make your acquaintance. Hi. Misty? Just got here.

I'm helping her get the lay of the land. Oh, nice of you.

“How do you find our little corner of the starways there, Misty?”

It's... Real nice. So, Misty? Believe it or not. Battle Hope and Bugaboo just got a hell of a promotion.

Congratulations. We got a whole slice of the cosmos all our own. We're only here talking to you whilst we wait for our brand new ship to get all gussied up for trap before too long. It'll be the lap of luxury for us.

Isn't that great?

Always great when someone gets what they deserve.

Giga myself and Bugaboo were about to sit down and watch ourselves a little gunsmoke before we embark upon our journey to ambulance, but I can't get no signal. Oh. Yeah.

Then that works down. That's a damn shame. Always like to celebrate with a little bit of gunsmoke, Misty. What line of work are you in? You're an Orbrecker.

I'm an Orbrecker. Well, that there is a profession we can't begin to understand. I know you idiots. Is that where you take rocks and turn them into a whole other type of rocks? Something like that.

Something like that. Hey, since we're all stuck here, how about we have some drinks to celebrate your promotion, guys? You're speaking my language. I am poor.

Time to get moving, Deetra. Oh, hey, I would love to. But I just got here and I need to report to Deck 512. Sorry. Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, ma'am.

Sure. Yeah. Thanks again for getting me off the ceiling today. Yeah. Anytime.

Bye, guys. Don't you be no stranger now. What have you been telling people about me? I have zero interest in spending the rest of my life as your little sounding board fucker.

What have you been telling people? You're on my mind. Less than you think.

I had a professor in college who always said,

"Just because an idea is new doesn't make it interesting. Did I tell you that?" I have no idea. I think. Wow.

Lain, you're a bit of a talker.

“Do you expect me to remember everything you've said?”

This is going to go a lot faster if you work with me. See these? These are electrified bars that I'm surrounded by. Forgive me if I don't feel like working with you. Fuck!

What a fucking child, oh my God. Oh. Wow. Is that you?

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven seconds.

Are gonna make it easy for me, are you? Seven seconds. Seven fucking seconds. Great, okay. Let me get back online.

One hundred percent integrity. That's more like it. Now we shut out. Deploy a security team.

“Have them go door to door until we find this guy.”

No ships in or out until we do. Security detail deployed. What the fuck was that? You know, for a while, I was scared of you. What the fuck?

Guess it was more of a fear of myself. What I was capable of. I guess if anyone imagines themselves without a moral compass, it could be pretty terrifying. Who the fuck are you?

This is a nice moment for me. I'm usually on the receiving end of moments like this, but now I get to do this to somebody. I didn't realize how fun it was. Ratched to the network again.

Do that if I were you. Network, read it. Unadvisable. You can't reboot your network while it's under attack, lady. Fuck.

What is a usey? Two layers structure identified.

First layer has been penetrated.

ID, menic, hygienist. Second layer remains. ID, spiky, snapping, turtle. That's my fucking turtle. You asshole, Dave.

Please. It's our turtle. Who the fuck are you? This is your Dickensian moment, Dave. Very few people get one.

“I'm the ghost of Christmas past, present and future.”

All rolled up into one. Gort, shut down all the audio port. Oh my god, dude. You name your AI court. You fucking nerd!

audiobooks, deactivated. Okay. Okay, I've got to think. What the fuck? Okay, criminals.

You saw the order. The dog is sealed until further notice. Do we have a snake in the grass? A fly in the ointment? Some other sort of thing inside?

Some other sort of thing? All right, god damn it. You're going to tell me what the fuck is going on. Or I'm going to... Verge?

Oh shit. Hey, criminals. Center locked down. Don't forget, it is crafting Tuesday. Perfect time to put together a lovely scrapbook of all the heinous murders you've committed.

Send out a general alarm. We've got an intruder in the station. I need a bunch. Fuck. Fine.

Do it. And we're back. Kind of hard to run a space station without being able to talk to people. Shut up. Security.

General alarm. We've got an intruder on deck 512. Send all assets to this level. Immediately. All assets.

That sounds pretty serious, man. Everything okay? I don't know who the fuck you are. But when I find you, I'm going... Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You're going to make me regret it.

“Or would you like to know the moment when I decided you were a cream puff?”

Oh, what? It was the warp game, man. A warp gate. A day away from the galaxy ring. I used to have to burn for a week before I got here.

It was remote. It was invisible. It was a true secret. Hideout. How could he possibly tolerate a warp gate that close to home?

And after thinking about it for a while. I could only think of one way that could possibly happen. You're working with the tits. I mean, what would a fascist empire be without a shadowy apparition to scare people with, right? You'd better give them all your rights so that we can better protect you from the evil figures

and the darkness citizens?

Never mind that the evil figures are on the payroll.

Nobody is on the payroll. I'm sure you tell yourself that. But I bet you haven't had to hack a gate code in a really long time, have you? They give you free reign over the triad, so long as you stay away from certain assets and ensure that there is always a free flow of...

You can be problematic, just not a problem.

“Because surely, the mighty Ted Empire is the only thing that can keep such a powerful criminal organization in check.”

So what is it? A point person, monthly meetings, a conference once a year, where everyone plays golf? I don't know what you're talking about. I have to ask. What does burp burp think of all this, man?

You must be constantly ducking voice messages. Who? Right. Right. That clears up a lot.

Who knows? What? One. Ah, fuck well. We've been going to the door, and we're not seeing anything.

What should we be looking for?

It's verge. Verge is loose in the station. There could be bad. Such an understatement, sweetie. Oh, looks like the fun has started.

We'll pick this up later. We got trouble, folks. Deck 512, you are the lucky winner of an intruder alert. Who dares violate our safe space?

“Why can't we be left alone to do our crisis, peace?”

Guys. Guys, I'm on deck 512. God, that sucked. Why did I have to take the stairs again? Showing down the elevators.

It makes a little more chaos. Verge is now loose on the ship, as I'm sure you can hear. Are they okay? Well, they wouldn't be firing at a dead person. Head down the walkway toward the gunfire, but don't get too close.

Wait for the gunfire to subside and then move further in. Okay. Missy? Oh, hey, you're just now getting here? I had to take the stairs.

Elevators are against my religion. Oh, okay. Weird. Well, you're going to have to head back down. They're evacuating the stack.

We should go. I'm supposed to be up here.

“Well, I'm supposed to be up here too, but there's a gunfight happening on the other end of the deck.”

So, we've got to go. You go ahead. I'm going to stack. No, Missy. We've got to go.

There's someone really dangerous on this stack. And they just got loose from their prison. Giga. Go find a ship. Any ship?

It doesn't matter. Get in. Fly away. Never come back. What are you talking about?

Giga, you have to go. Go now. You're a kind person. How did you end up here? I don't know.

Go. How will I know what it's safe? If somebody thought it will be safe when Fergis done killing everyone. Pardon me, ma'am. Might we have a word?

You've got to be fucking kidding me. A no reason a no-breaker would have any business on this deck. And we were admire in those fond bracelets you're wearing upon your purse. We was just about to call ourselves crazy for thinking it. But is that you?

Our last of no. I'm beginning to detect a bit of calculated incompetence on the part of that open bucket. Didra? Don't panic. I need you to get them to move about six more feet towards you.

This is the third time you ask holes have pointed guns at me.

Please don't take offense, ma'am. The territory comes with the uniform. We truly prefer another means of getting where we need to go. Any time you'd like to go dancing instead, we'd be much black. Now of course we'll need you to come along with us to meet our employer.

Time for us to impress him yet again. There are if you'll allow me to say other ways to skin this particular book. If you're amenable that is. I'm amenable to what? Well, not to be too untored.

We got a whole kingdom waiting for us on the other side of this year, Galaxie. Sure would be nice to have the last such as yourself there with us to spruce up our environs. Well, that's quite an offer, boys. That'll do it. See that guardrail hold onto it harder than you've ever held onto anything in your life.

Audio's with Chachos. Emergency airlock glow. Tornation. We're going down. Quickly!

Shit! If that does a kill those guys, I fucking quit. Dieter, are you all right? I really don't know what I am, Elder.

“Regardless, you need to keep moving things are about to get very messy.”

Oh, good. We route node 5 to node 56. Good.

Use node 56, connect to essential systems,

and then connect essential systems to the system archive. Connection complete. Okay. We're going to reboot the entire network from an archived version and reinstall security protocols as fast as possible.

That should give us control of the station network archive, not found. What's network archive? Not found. But the fuck did he do with our archives? Hey.

Do my ears deceive me? Or was that the sound of you welding yourself inside your command center? Give me back my fucking station!

“You'll never get off this station. You realize that, right?”

You may have control of the network,

but there are thousands of us here, and nobody gets out of here until we fucking find you. I saw that you sealed the dock gate. That is pretty problematic for a guy trying to make a hasty exat. That's right.

So, you can laugh it up all you want, asshole. Eventually, I'm going to find you and turn you into a hood ornament on the Alex P. Keaton, or at least it. What'd be problematic? If the guy trying to make a hasty exat,

didn't have access to, say, an e-mear-class ice-huller that you just brought in to dock a few hours ago? I'm authorized grinding mission. You're out of your mind. Am I?

You're going to rip the station apart.

I doubt that.

“The station is huge. It's going to fuck up a lot of your ships, though.”

That's for sure. Shut the drive down, remote me. What the fuck did you do to my network? It was the reboot, life. You crash in the network and rebooted to get rid of me.

Did you happen to look where you rebooted from? You've been running off my system since the reboot. This is my station now. Fuck. It's a real rookie mistake, life.

What happened to you, man? Correlation. It sounds like you need a refresher course. Allow me to take you back to school. I'll brace for an past. Fuck.

Oh, my god. Burt. Burt. It's me. It's me.

Burt. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Jesus, you've been shot. Life. Life urges in bad shape.

We're ready to go. Get them on their feet. I'll tell you what to do next. Hey, hey, Burt. We have to get on. Okay?

I'm sorry. Baby. Oh, okay. I'm sorry. Why? Why do they keep turning me into this?

I don't want to be this. Why do they keep making me do this? Hey, hey. It's okay. They can't turn me into this.

They can't turn you into anything. They're not in charge anymore.

Can I talk to those in charge, please?

It's me. I'm in charge. What am I? Mine. Get up.

You know. Life, what next? Okay.

“Let me preface this by saying that I once did 35 seconds in the void of space”

and I'm doing just fine. Life, why are you telling me that? We're right outside your window in the Phoenix. Do you see us? Yeah.

I see you.

We're going to blow the airlock in that room.

And then you guys are going to need to jump to the wing and then get in the back cockpit. In space? Yeah. Space.

We can't go back through the station, DJ. We have to do it this way. I think about 10 seconds in pure void. That's a piece of cake. A piece of cake?

On the plus side, pure void is surprised

“and they therapeutic for plasma gun burns.”

Look, you, Eldon. Sorry. Find a place to grab onto the bulkhead and let me know when you're ready. God.

Okay. Over here. Okay. Okay. Stand there.

I'll try and keep you warm. Hold on to me. Don't let go. Never. God, oh, god, oh, god, oh, god.

Okay, blow it, ladies. Here comes the tasty freeze. I still remember that moment.

“That thought he could keep us busy by giving us one of those RC cars”

that you had to assemble yourself. Even insisted we not use an automatic screwdriver because some of the parts were plastic and we would strip it. And probably he said that

because he just wanted us to be busy for longer. Didn't work. Remember how it was like... it was like it spoke to us. Even after we were done with the assembly,

it was like it asked us to change things, add things. Then, suddenly we had a fully autonomous RC car that would follow us wherever we went. Dad hated it. Took out the batteries, took it apart, hit it.

We could have left it there, but we chose the other way. And then all throughout life, it was choosing this instead of that. This instead of that over and over again.

You chose this instead of that one too many times, my friend. Who the fuck are you? We can get to that part later. As a primer,

you might want to brush up on the mini world's theory. And for now, let's say this. You spent a long time on your own. Without anybody challenging you. You remember those days, right?

Loaf tracks would rack up victory after victory,

and they'd start to get anxious, angry until finally,

one day they'd kick open the door, charge in the room, and they would say, "Somebody bless me within enemy." Blessings be upon you, young man. I'll see you on Rax Prime.

We're not heading home. We are. I just need to make a stop first. He's going to come for us. Pretty hard.

We'll be ready. You guys okay back there? She's asleep. We'll be able to get out and stretch our legs soon. I honestly.

I don't ever want to move from this spot.

They're breathing on my neck.

Thanks for coming to get me, life. It was in lightning. He wasn't what you expected was he? No. He was sad.

“With that way, instead of the other way,”

one too many times, and now he's trapped. I wasted so much of my life. I know, baby. I did too. You didn't have much choice.

No, but...

The triad wanted a villain and...

I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy giving it to them. Just a little bit. I convinced myself it was all I deserved. I'm glad you were convinced otherwise. It was you.

You convinced me otherwise. A little message in my inbox telling me to go to its pocket because I deserved it. I love you, life. I love you too, Verge.

You should get some sleep too. It's going to be a long week. Good idea. Elden, take the wheel for a while. I have the wheel.

“Of course, it's set for the rectangle, Nebula.”

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Moosey. Hoods pocket. Garin's pocket. Local repair cafe. The crafty introvert. Postmaster General Kwan sent me. Blake Busmangian. KnitWit14. Royaled way too harshly. DJ Johnny B. The Klopman Diamond. Marco Montano. No longer doing a bit.

Shiny Fields. Adam Tachak. Christopher Wendell. Unproductive banana. Pulsefer. The Polist of Polism. Zombie Spider-Man. Becks 823. Anti-Crypted. Barry Heep. Gas mask penguin. In the hot seat. Mime Ninjas Ninja Mime. Master Ugwe. Barry. Dilly is Dallying.

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Learn how to be calm in harsh stumbling. I'll be waiting. Physic the good bush. Definitely not one of the bad bushes. Funding rebel bethanies to overthrow the Julia-elected bethanies. Hacks a decimal bethany is non-binary. Vapis ten's big black gaping hole.

The planet Goobreus is still partying. We can't stop. Oh god. What have we become? Bruce. Jessica Gagoma. Toracle. Jenny the bear. A girl. Serdeen Thorn.

Treat. Josie Jones. Mr. Fibble is very cross. Hote Bethato. Dr. Mojo postulates the end list. Endlessly splintering off as Bethany and Bert Perts Caboos. Until its end lists all the way down. Blind time traveler convention date.

L.A. Woman. The Phoenix Rising. New name. God. No. Not him. Jeff Andrew. Sure. Jeff Andrew. Cup of Noodles. Shmizi Tushu. Lunanova. Nicholas Griffith. Justin Smallen. Riku 31. Craig Dundee. New type without a gun down.

Astral C. Ikelme Pickleme Tickleme II. Which allowed the cartoonist. Guy with the chops. Sam Mitchell E. Bagelknife. E. Melda and Scott. Courtney Cochran. Lily Starling. Ryan K. Devon7777 has been my favorite verbal stem for months.

Nate. Forklift lifts forks for cliff. Chip. Radio-free realya. Violin loves midi. Brian Pasley. Suwabasa. The blue chair Noble Dog and Joyer. Grenna. Piston Whip. Captain Ducky. Blitz Bell. Shiny. Let's be bad guys.

Satsuma. Silis Goose. Dr. Jones. Icey Axe. Coach Shane of Todesuk Central. Gocranes.

Kasad. Norwin Mergler.

“You have all been assigned to write a four page essay”

on your favorite art report. It will be 50% of your grade.

Joe Cappa. Dogma Mom. We beat Chopin Brock Ali. Icey Fish. The hacker known as Ivy D'Burb. Blue Tune. A feisty ass chickadee. Coltry Landmine. The Scrappy Poet. Jenny the Crypted Paladin. Maverick Artist.

Shit. It was a mimic. Basil in their tea. Waiting to gossip with David. Ainsleeayayayayayayay. Angnor. ATB. Kiwi. Lovely bead. Zoey. Professor Freida. Dr. Professor Reverend Bethany Wethany.

Bethany Wethany. Bethany Wethany. Wolfy McFlovenberger. M.D. Ph.D. Esquire. And that's not pretentious at all. Aham is looking for a cure to the Bethany mutation. That the society of Bethany's began the war with so many years ago. Michelle Spurgeon. Jack the Sleepy.

Garrett Henderson 12. Still trapped.

But I've stopped asking why. The freezer is. I am. We chill. Sun of Defarge. Whiscoteach. Scott A. Snow Grove. Give Peas a chance. Sam Alema Dingdon. Behold. Lady Sarah Per. Whiskervale.

“Countess of Wood Hollow. Mistress of the Whispering Pines.”

And beloved by all creatures small and opinionated. Ricardo Glamba. Carri's crafty cloaking devices LLC. #weaveamofgossamer. Penny the Wonder Dog and Bucky Vaughn Buckbuck. Cherry Applebee. Medium rare extra-tosted bun.

saucy Caesar. Belt. Aspen as a Verge fanboy. Mick Jay 67. Ava's favorite my little pony pencil. Once Joe to slap into a snim gym. Mr. and Mrs. Drifter. representative of the Alaska Midnight Burger

tummy time chapter. Nathaniel Lee Industries.

Lord entropy. Buckbuck motherfucker. The fay wanderer. Everybody's favorite clown splotchy. Kosher steak. Flow ride up. Alyssa Shiny Pads. Gone door calls for aid. Muscles fatits. Arnold Rumspringer. The demise of the Temple of Bethany's.

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Lux luminos. Heavy d'Aro. Big chunk. Gedeeds. Boom. Booms. Wouldn't leg. Will the real Moad D. Please stand up. Julie Bean. Benjamin. Not Franklin. Tracy Baby. Leah. Is that the Chris Hancock

“who traded weekly soup for the use of my kitchen table?”

A singular nightbird. Bethany and a green field. I am the lizard frantically firing flushet guns. A-E-I-O-U-Y-N-W. Bumble-Fay. Mr. Epsilon. The Mothman. Long-haired Matt. DJ. Robert W. Brielsebub. Cresamera. Jessa Loren. The Bean Wizard.

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their cat for you to pet. Grim lore. Jenny will boom. Aaron Popsiclestick. Im Horowitz. I love refuge. Jack Spiders' mom. Bubblebutt Bethany has banana breath. Lama Fresh. Jair the benevolent destroyer.

Valtiel Heller. Sad little earth monkey. Reven the red beard wizard. Bert Bert and the funky bunch. High viscosity. Gender fluid slime. Bethany 2. Electric Buggaloo. Welcome to the Quan Pound. Pen Pen Pen Pen Pen Pen Pen Pen Pen Pen.

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Gragpin Feather. Sittic and Druidic scientist. Astro. Your friendly neighborhood Android. Moonlight Zombie Fox. Old Doc Racy. The midnight missionary out there somewhere looking for you. Rotten Ronnie sleeps in grandma panties. Artists Dragonborn. Big Big Garage. Bill Zeng and a Lester. Walking Hemenes.

Big MF Juice. The SIP. Muffins. Spacewives are officially Verge and D-Dra. Chad Hatter. Cosmic Teamaker of the Triads. Tell your cat I said. Banana Manaz. A corgi called Kibble. Cuddly Cracken. Sarge the Bard. Symonity. LL Coolment.

Jams. Travis Robertacus. The other original Katelyn. Candadi. Inzenedoo. Did Kubla Khan. A stately pleasure-dome decree. Leia Isadi. Millie was taken. Dead to me. 86. Be camp. Shen man man man. Karma Karma. Camillion. Kinran says hello. Zoey in her army of mice.

Breyer long lost. Daniel. Sammy the baby seal. Dr. Budiologist the glutes doctor. Thank you for passing to your anglophone emotional support Canadian request will be processed in the order in which it was received. Queen Shirley Jess. RIP Lance McLean.

You would have loved Midnight Burger. Adam Toklove. Dr. Bitchcraft. Sassy cat the space fix and clear rock. Jekka. Arrows to God. The size two fish you've been looking for.

The main immortal pinball sounds in the diner.

“Bill. Neal. Sin City. Scuba Steve. Polywag.”

Michaela White. Elena Pickle. Wilbur. Winkle Wright. Ristwatch. Wrangler of West Worcestershire. Riding through the desert on a horse named Patu. Professor Thattie. Snookham's the eighth. Mr. Grinn. Glenn Petrovsky. This moment of silence so Joe

can catch his breath is brought to you by Rick Tyler. Elizabeth Hammond. Steam vision. Conductor of the interdimensional time-spanning hype train. Dave Harold. Wise Cube.

Bromine pronounced bro. Mine.

Main hum ding-op. Mother of Pearl. Fiona now owns life's 18-inch Peter. Sealface. Rigor mortise. Magan's things. Things. Magan makes. Coin Lane. Trevex reject.

Profit of the God of the Muckle Wains. Darth Ox. Michelle Kaye. Aaron Arnold. Arnold, Boyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo yoyo y

“Jacob Mitchell's Zeke in the Box, Stevie Crow Hill.”

Olamilakan of the Welcome Wagon says, "A Kabul, the Adventures of Magpie and Brownbear."

Scrubs, Remi, the Panda crew, Melody Prime, Beardow the Wizard, Captain Benjamin Hawkeye pierced the German short hair pointer from Nashville, wants to tell his mom Maddie that he says, "Woof, whiskered, any two hands for the double-high-five, Marissa the Ghost." Local snow plows in your area are dying to meet you. Brotherford B. Chesterfield and his Dapper Companion Winchester, Chester Corgi, Stray Cat,

Old Kelsey No Shoes, Zoldia, Dizzy Flame. We serve everyone eventually, Sasha. Beth and Alan Van Gillis, Langston North, Slyfox, A.K.A. Brear Rabbit, your friendly neighborhood vagabond. The constantly lost geographer, Timothy A. Odis. Chance wants you to know, he cares. Will Stark, Elliott, Hobbs, Dakota, Natalie Bartlett, Rory of Yinn, movie The Golden Half, Suta Satoshi, Giovanni Salinas, Rocky G, Perry the Pirate, Aaron Elizabeth, K.

“Narcotics, Solomon Price, Day Dream, but evil.”

But before 85 A.K.A. Shemobock the Christmas Whale, K.J. Somalye, Stella Corvis, Hesus Garcia, J.P. the IT guy, Candyman Fight, John Peters, you know, the farmer, Markling on the Holodec, Dapper Dad, SCP-049, O. Magis, Raven the Dreamer, T.K. Turtle King, Mike M. space-based lasers, Captain B. and Lady G. with their swabs, Marla Madame Lotus still especially loves Finley, Mr. Steamwave.

My friend, the Rhino, says, "Be nice! Hup challenge!" Dream founder, I'm your Huckleberry, Elizabeth T, tie tie the wonder hamster and her dear darling Duke, Grandpa Gus, boom-basticle Kimlicker, Hugumuffin, Bigfoot of Doom, D.L. Kenny Atkins, a bounty hunter called, The Crandyman, Garo, my cats say to tell you, "Meow, think fast chuckle nuts, flash banged, Benjamin Ortiz, Mr. Frog president, pop rock quicksand, Mr.

Squizzle sizzle, whizzle, fizzle the horrendous apologizes for conspiring in the Bethany War, invites for tea or being sent now." Abanaso, Mr. Rage, Adelore, Trans-Space dinosaur, Spooky Spader Storytime, William Kent, Wendy, the McJimmy's from your local dimension, Ryan Abbey, Thomas Adams, Drinksvilleer, Stephanie Booc, Interpy Eigenbases, Andrea Crowther, Martin Deers, Kevin Dottree, The Flower,

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the Dung, Lauren Mayer, Glenn Morris, Richard Ryan Michelle, Michelle Myers, Ali Upsi, not to be confused with Upsi, Fridge Pickle, Rosemary Prem, Robert Savott, Lizard Lee, Eliza Sharpe, Donald Schingler, Daniel Stavvy, Fall of the Berlin Wallaby, Kellete Arena, Rachel Vasquez, Luke of the Cheeto, Nia Venturi, the beloved yet borderline and appropriate empire of Dr. Thunderbutt and Lady Christivelle, Justin Wiley, Brett Zimmerman, Arro Jones,

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me if you know you know, Gabrielle Castillon, whom what, when, where and why, is what all the Grownie say while listening to Midnight Burger, a drum major in a trapeze artist walk into Connie's bar, retorted, Sir Party Animal, Uloi Jackal, Ari Shore, you microb

“the Nancy Sinatra court need to leave at alone if you want to live, must be a witch,”

cat with a K, Miss Chan Frissel, my Fagronie has a first name, Stomp and Steinell, New

Stashio, Bucke for Hezekile, La Chihuahua Brava, Adolin Peats, CC Carousel, Corp, the Destroyer, Honest Puck, Casper's Mom's Emilth, Scout and Fox Glove says the floor is lava, unexpectedly blue Red Nell, Curtomsky, Craig Armstrong, Plastic Fork, Dulse at Deletche Studios presents under the Truskin Sun, Get out of my booth, Bug, Propagator, I hardly know her, Sad Angry Crabman, Chuck McFinley, Effian Zebulon's Trans Great Granddaughter Hazel Hayes, Velocity

Girl 42, Little Dragon and a Coltron of Bats, Ben Carlyle, Flat Steve's Love for Grand Thaft and a Curney, Tater Tada Sasson, Forch Nowsers of the Apocalypse, Starblaze Burn

Bright, Imzuki Yoke, Spotted Rhino and her hand me down frogs, Red Mafia Panda, Lonely

“Isle, Kaidalo Headphones, Hinkle, Pikeman Stover, Fondela Stover, Pikeman Stover's”

wife, Alexander the Boss, Scrizzles, Flap, Kitty Kitty Kitty, The Fire Keeper, The End Is Nye, Jeremiah the Canceled, Librarian Alex, Spike and Fay, Johnny Ellen West and the Boys from the Dwarf, Speedy McSpeedy, Eli Wolf, Brandy Gunter, Auntie Becky is owned by five rescue cats, Speckled Unicorn, Jedi rides again with Nova the Space Pirate, Tevin Long Blade Short Sword, Forget Normal, A Dram, CJ Johnson, a Dragon sitting on a

Torn of Dice, Windle Whittaker, Chumbo Wumbo, Fikachu, Smivie, Globed Rulet, Andrew Fuller, Bond Mi Hong, The Soup Witch, Fettishini Alfredo, Cowboy and Sasquatch Hunts Bethany's, VV, Effy Rawlings, Megan Hazen, Philip your dad is not your dad, Nick Boro, Midnight Plumber, His Royal Highness Mr. Hamilton Underfoot Kitty the First and a Complest Princess Penelope,

“the Marchioness of Miss Jiff and Maven of Mystery, Megan Gentry, Mr. Cherry, our asses”

in the jackpot, Tubby Teddy, Wayne Heiser, India Inkblot, Sleve of Bahamut, Omigrecy, Dalton Jenkins, Cat Holtz, Calarton the Tired Knight, The True Megamike, Fred and George, Eva Maddick's Jr, Liza Worth, Castle Williams, Christy, Yeet Maboy, 46 Tool Shed 2 and El Marie Catastrophe, the Image Collector, Blended Music, Definitely Not Kevin, Sitting Squirrel, Patricia E. Meltz says in a world of slug bots, Be a Huggbot, Read the Grey, The Silver Crow,

Couch Potato Alex, Never Child, Dr. Nassau's Interdimensional Biologist, Kiboko Duneward,

Kozameen, Theodrax, Joey B, Lucas Barding, Guttas Barber to Listen to Midnight Burger, Little Debbie Cupcake, Terren says, Hey, Oreos are Rabbit, Sandalwood Mountain offers peace for your soul, Whimsical Fuckery, Megan with an H, Patricia the Time Lord, Kashak the Lizard Wizard, Cast's Check Engine Light, Mango Connoisseur, Brady Bug the Quarkey Jester, The Big Moose and his wife, The Little Moose, That Old Glory Cole, Giel Miao Nays Cat Butler, Oshin Liu,

Alex Berry, Andrew Okten, Ace of Metrical Exile, Magpie Cat says everything's a bag of holding if you know how to pack. Chirrow the Space God, Eliza travels the universe, Lindsey Bowen the goddamn podcast lawyer, Alex Spruce, Dr. D. Bird Klaus Weather, and Mrs. Dubap to Way Bird Klaus Weather want to say hello to the whole weather family. I lost my galaxy bridges in a game of pantsdarts, Angry Ron, Domina Caesar, Durkadub, Gloria's ex-girlfriend,

Kelly Klick Spring, The Wild Thistle, Most likely Cass, Jasmine James, Dr. Kiborand, also known as Omni, Thanks Waffle Shateau, Colorado Beekeeper, Fruit Cake, Zephyr's wife has the hotz for Zebulon, Zen Maria, Jennifer Colkins, Midday Burger, Dawn Parks, Throat Goat 666, Oh my God, My Dad found out about my Patreon name, Princess Leia, Fish and a Bag, September, Previously Observed in the Pattern, Prime Freak,

Protector of the Scottish Realm, Little Lord Stevie Pi, Droid Pirate Finley, and his Rubin-esque parrot, Droid Pirate Finley, and his Rubin-esque parrot, stuck in a pit of Skittles, Sea Squatch, Deflator Mouse, Tony P. Karsky, Adrian R, The Devil from Table 12, Havier, Crazy Thadly, Criminalist is just happy to be here, The Twisted Twigster, Real Housewives of CGS, Thay Queen, Oopshnart the Probability Demolition Expert, Showtime,

For My Mother, CCTVX Girl 6823 waiting on the diner, Nicole Studioso, "Sign my shovel has been blown out the airlock." K the Flying Penguin, Hunks at the horde of Bethanese encroaching on their

Love My Captain, Jo Malma, Wandering Biscuit, Castriff, aims affection for internet protection,

“Retro-MG, NightScript, widget the world-watcher wearing a waste coat and wig.”

Utrid and Rose's Viking void vitals fueling the intergalactic fight against fascism. Yeah, not sure what I'm doing, River Brown, Senior Duce, Warped Writer, Tim Nacy, Rubin Clamso, Turwin, Morgan Brockman, Sylvie, Friendly Neighborhood Fire Protection Engineer, Skull bulb, Dustin Watson, Betty White 813, Randy Supreme and Queen Lancaster, Bolivar Shag Nasty, the one true cheap con, star scribe, Lucy and Thunderstruck.

Dozer now identifies as Roman Dirge, the other Adele, Chef Galval Leah Hall, Sarah May, Silly Willy Bubblebutt, Sierra Not From Arkansas, Ebenezer Boob, Caleb Tumiala, Jason Woods,

Arnie Arbuckle Esquire, Potion Maestro, Nebula Nell, Regulators, Mount Up, Wandering Skuller,

Cringle Over Coffee, Mad Yogi, Eileen, Cat Named M, Petito Poto, Palace, Big Mo, Dominic Narwall 8. I am Annie, I live forever, and every moment I've existed, I swear to every star in the Cosmos

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Space Pony, Revive, Debbie E. Emma, Mr. Misses Owo, Dusty Ventures, and his pilot Uzi drift

in through space. Ronnie Porter, Gloria's line cook, Eagle Rock Lobster, the Gabbius painter, and her bird of fire. Painted O'Neigh, Cudell, Farrell, Emily with two E's, Space Man Nathan, Ramsey's niblic III, Karplunk, Karplunk, Woops, Where's My Thribble? Jackie Wavelett, Yeo-A-Gagarin, a Grimlin with the Munchies, Michelle Skorakio, Gen. Jaco, Space Rooster Randy,

“Leopard Donut, Povithang, Melo Nuggets, Keychain Crap, Matt Matt Sharkman, Stilo,”

Bumbling Lily Bee, a quick pause or joke, and sip from his tiny teacup. You know, they used to compress tea into bricks and use it as currency. And I'm like, "Stu that again." Panda, Kennedy Allison Farner, the perpetually tired transgender time traveler, Tristan Stoles, Dalin Y, Shadow Rapture, yet another Nicole, Hank the Wonder Lama, Arcraft, Russell, Zephris Wind, the ornamental hermit, Jay to the Lynn, just a regular fox,

Jeremy Imson, What the Hell, Sinaplex, and all the black people in North Carolina. Just Rachel, Waffles, Waffles, Waffles, Danger Girl, Atmosbear, Patty DeGinger, Eva Cigarette, Ash, Hugh Biftett, Aezus, Anna Flaxis, Scab with Comtax, The Shape Shifting Sad Girl, and her girlfriend say, Joe, you've done it again. Pipple Skin in the Pippie Pond, Serena Cole, The Kells fights with the Bethany's,

Angry Leafs Laser Saw, Magnus Erochill, Amy Perry, Kristoffer Kai, Source Decade, Descendant of the Sweather Catfish Whisperer, Vagabond Mary, Randy Zamigo, Bold Mouse, Katie Mermaid, and The Delinqued Duo, Norman, Nicole, Victor Showberger, Reincarnated as White Mountain Hill Billy Glitter Cupcake, Max Dangerous, Security Chief Shatzy, The Anxious Peach, Team Michelle and Billy,

Neonix Reno, Frankenator, Nortalbash, Jordan, Arwenx, Blasco, Ryan Rosinski, Average Hight, Medium Rage, Audio Monkey, Joe, Team Hafevice, and K. In the mysterious AZ HQ, I'll grant you that we have a multiplicity of mics, a jumble of James's, a trifecta of Tonies, one of whom still wants to be safe, but sadly, no Bethanies.

Rowan, Vady of the Black and Harold of the Stars, Ariane Kent Manage Normal, Ryan Burnett, Dr. Dr. B, Zopres and the Bumble Army, growing into my farm boots. Super Beth becomes an RN, alongside my bootstep farm friend. Geneva Boss, Arcanzen, Not Arkansasier, Brothers of the Co-Sign, Uncivil Nomes, the Rat Queen Evelyn, Great Lunch Conversation, Captain Scott, Letty Lou,

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Hasmatilda, Ditsie Bay, Just Your Average Rhys, Kyle Church, I Amalay from the Wind, Static Ego, Lali, Evan M. Dobson, Dave B. Navi, your friendly neighborhood pathologist, going to be lit, Captain Emerald L,

But Bethany, I-Bay Biscuits, Skibo and Fuzzle McBumpernits,

“Nielick's Tiny Wolf, Asher the Raven, Christina Senatus Teleporting,”

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Wes and Heather wonder if Derek Aderable Join,

"My cat's name is beef." Katie Kate, get your colonoscopy, Victor Casados, Emily Schmemley, work from Elvis, Boho Go Bye Bye for JoJo, PoGo,

“that's a no-go bro, Cody Monster, Collided Mind, Miss Nixie,”

Baby Baton Lee, Charlie Roodle, Kyle Perino, A.K., Sid the Slawth on a bike, Preagondy, the Wandering Mermaid would like you to know that the little mermaid and the creature from the Black Lagoon are the same exact story, little Stevie Pi, Green Mountain Hermit Bethany, Carl the Teller of Dad jokes,

Skylab's Multidimensional Multifazic Intercollactic Quantum Cyberverse, Verde Soal, Galen Miller, Tess, Geriatric Youngen, Mystic Hippie, Unforcable, Local Marshag, Daniel Nitz, Mavis Bacon's, Pyros Calling and Joe Swasion, the Wizard Super Califragilistic XPLadotius.

"Too many jans," says, "things are bad, but we're going to win. Pamela Roselciera," then Stina says, "thud tweet, enigmatic cat bird, countess of carbon, luminous elk, rodian caution, love is for the nerds."

“Taz her and Andes, captain crash in the surviving crew.”

It's just Tyson now. Casper needs all the hugs, but Joe needs an O2 tank. Quote says, Joe is the writer's room. Nasty Dog 74 needs crew for ship, brown coats okay. Operate heretic, 777, Troy Acre, Mandy Kane,

Northern Lee Kay, lost Basan, you know, the moon prison outside the triad. Kim Sel, Silly Goose Hong Kong, Admatha, Astro Unit, Ghosts Saber Wolf, the Sleepy Mystic, Sarah Joy, Tater's Precious. It's just Steve. Rue Paula Trades, Amanda Short, Chuck Brimble,

Dijra, Mike Whiskey and your friend Frosty, Nose Guarro, Ben Barr, Stan Clear of the Closing Doors, please. Beastly Death, Sven The Unlikely, Cognito Hazard Exponged, Ted Wassin' Awesome, Vyrestria, Theosis, the Theologianish. Why is my daughter so feral, sent help?

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Megan The Meg Young, Cory Morose, Russell Bunny, Max Savage, Jenny Ren, Apprehensive Craig, Tim Aeronetta, Bacon, Nicole Studioso, Rambo, Chaos Quotcher, Jeremy Barramy, Stephanie Sturges, Kirsten, Hurry Up and Wait, Sarah Farmer and Beladana, First of her name, Kriddle, Twilio, Heidel Birdie, Tom Webster, Rashmi Thinkatech, McClump, Azana the Leather Smith, Salazar the Do Mage, Hayward's finest Garen Elazondo.

To my little, you'll always be my good girl, you took a piece of my heart, left a paw

print on my soul. Till we meet again, Sir Shits a lot strikes again, damn animal, Ashton James Elspeth, Skyland, ALR, sidewalk jam, Tonka 2005, Cruising Be Anthony, Trick says, "Weeep!" Timbled the first, Ellie Frog, trade the turquoise tortoise, Fray Attit Mittens, Courtney the Frogologist, Cory and Stephanie say, "Hello,

The Funtucky Wrangler, Scrimb Rule, Yay Aeron, The Singing Loone, Zuzana, Celeste Yos, I'm so Antigatee Fond, I'm Ava's evil twin sister Bethany, Katie and Noah, Hendrix The Stink, The Ambergler, Boodles, Osvaldo Simione, Ashley Chapel Peoples,

Carine Sabrantha, Shadow Daddy, Rubius Fuzzlebot, Kay Mac,

“The Something Something Detective Agency, Hayabuda, Eli The Electrician,”

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Camel Pope, Filomena, Rebecca Trossle, Igpay Attenley, Chris from Tacoma,

The Real Fairy Godmother, Sir Alfonz Suitperson, Night of Hood's Pocket,

“Polished Poledrons, Pacing Pine Pats, Protecting Pocket from Sneaky Skull Duggery,”

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