May. 12th, 2014

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[The voice that crackles out over your communicator does so in a wry, slightly whiny middle American accent, and is completely unfamiliar to... well, to everyone. This is the very confused voice of a very unfortunate new arrival.]

Yo. So, I can't help but notice that there are some major tensions going around this giant... broken... beached cruise liner space ship. Heads are smoking, Jokers are joking, people are concerned about intruders, and hey, I get it, nobody likes an intruder, right?

So, look, I wanna help, okay? I don't want to be intruding, any more than you want to be intruded, and - look - I'm pretty sure I'm only here as part of like... some kind of comatose, life flashing before my eyes, incredibly weird dream thing, so if anyone can tell me how to wake up? Then I'll just get outta your hair and let you guys all get back to... my subconscious.

Where you belong.

[Probably.]

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