[Separate notes, all but the first posted a little later in the shift.]

[vstheworld]

[Unsigned, but undisguised.]

So where do I go to meet the firing squad already?

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Mental Quest peeps:

Sorry I couldn't make it. Had a little date with counselling of the very special variety. How'd it go? And can we do it again so I can make it up to you guys?

- Scott Pilgrim, Mighty Bassist Kind Of Freaking Out A Little Here

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To Guybrush and anyone else who went through the Sun Room yesterday:

[About enough "sorry"s to feed a small third-world country have been pasted here.]

Guybrush, I'll see you at dinner. Hope the nose gets better fast.

- SP

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[Unsigned, but undisguised]

To the guy who asked about going between floors without doors, stairs, or fire poles:

I told you so!!

Comments

[second note]

[toxicspiderman]

Glad we didn't decide to ditch you prematurely. Name your night. Next time I'm willing to bet we'll need more action, less brain trust. Just a guess.

-- The Ringmaster.

[vstheworld]

Tonight if you're up for it?

I'm your guy for action! I just have to be not as brainwashed this time.

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[toxicspiderman]

Sure.

Figured, if they signed you up for the brainwashing squad. I'd make a crappy guard. What am I going to do, ask them to hold still long enough to cement their feet to the deck? I don't think being able to mix concrete in the dark by scent and feel alone counts as a superpower.

-- S.T.

[vstheworld]

Careful, I might have to change your nickname to Bricklayer.

[toxicspiderman]

You do that, Brain Laundrette.