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[ Video ][ un: icansmokemyself ]

[ There's a bleached blond teenager lying on what is almost certainly the floor in one of the hallways, long and stringy hair splayed out underneath himself. He's got his communicator pointed down at him, addressing the network at large. ]

Hey! So— space station, love what you're doing with the place, it's got a great "creepy and haunted" feeling to it! Top-fucking-marks for ambiance! Less fond of the clothes, even alarmingly less fond of whatever asshole decided it was funny to leave my my cigarettes but no fucking lighter.

I have no map so I have no idea where the fuck I even am or how big this place is, but the first person to find me and get me a lighter gets an IOU of epic fucking proportions. Payment's negotiable.

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Your momma ever teach you how to talk to a lady?

[ because bro this ain't it ]

The only thing my mom ever taught me was learned-fucking-helplessness.

You think it's cool, don't you? I used to be a real piece of shit just like you at your age. This lady is going to get us all the fuck out of here, so I'd pay her some good goddamn respect if I were you.

Shit, this isn't even me being disrespectful.
Like I am not even TRYING right now.
Anyway, it's not like I got anywhere better to be.

Nope. We're all stuck here together. Remember that when you close your eyes tonight. [ he's watching u ]

I'm so scared! Oh no!

[ No, he's not. ]

How close have you come to death before?

[ The reply takes a couple of minutes over text, mainly because he started laughing so hard he almost hurt himself. ]

Died four times! Why do you ask?

This station doesn't believe in death. You'll keep coming back over and over and over again. [ it would give a man like frank plenty of time to work, if he were so inclined. ]