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[The video starts really out of focus. Honestly it's hard to tell what's going on. There seems to be a lot of flailing. And something... blue.]

-in the hell's goin' on this time? 'S bad 'nuff I gotta go through all this damn new world shit all over 'gain but this time the shitty Interface stops workin'? Spent years learnin' t' work the damn thing an' now it's broke? Y' shittin' me?

[There is a deep, aggravated moan and the blue thing flops on the ground- as denoted by a lot of jiggle cam and the sound of a thump. Speaking of things that are blue, that's a nice blue sky with some fluffy clouds, isn't it? After a heavy sigh, the owner of this new communicator moves it around to focus more clearly on his face- thick skinned with lots of pores around the nose and mouth, intense black eyes, and yes, if you squint and turn your head you'd be hard pressed to tell the difference between this face and an actual shark's. With a tattoo.]

A'ight, who all's this thing jawin' at? Do I know any a y'all?

Can talk back t' me, right? Or's it more like the BBS where y' post shit an' then text all the time? Sheheheh! Don't think none a y' wants t' see me textin'.

[He gets louder, pointing a webbed finger at the camera.]

An' don't gimme none a this man 's got a voice t' text feature shit cuz I already been somewhere where that's a thing an' trust me, damn program's dumber'n a jellyfish with half its umbrella caught in a rudder. For them that don't know, jellyfish is probly the dumbest a dumb shits cuz they lit'rally ain't got no brains. Jus' some guts an' a buncha tentacles an' a hole t' shove whatever poor sap gets tangled up with 'em int'. For eatin', y' know?

Anyway.

[Another beleaguered sigh, and he rolls over onto his side, staring forlornly at the communicator.]

Probly gotta find 'nother shitty job 'gain too. Damn it. Someone please tell me there's an ocean out there somewhere, an' that it ain't gods rotted poison t' live in. Please. 'M beggin'. Seriously.

[He bows his head, so the camera gets a nice sideways view of the scenery behind him and some out of focus shots of his hair and dorsal fin.]

Pleeeeeease let there be an ocean.

[A deep breath, and he regains his composure somewhat.]

A'ight. Okay. 'M good. We're good. Talk t' me guys. Babes. Whoever. How's kicks?

[One last, friendly, toothy smile, and he cuts the feed.]

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Nothing much. Hanging around. [shrug] It's not as exciting as back home and Marco's married now. [so...he's kind of boring...]

Ohhhhhh yeah that's a weird'n t' find out, eh? Sheheh! He's married in a couple other places I been, too. Same person, aye? Grell?

Yeah! [woah] Marco really likes Grell huh? [he doesn't get it. Not really because of Grell but the whole married thing] Would you ever get married, Namur?

Sheheheh naw. Made promises I mean t' keep an' that's good 'nuff for me an' my mates. Don't need all that ceremonial shit t' prove we love each other an' that that ain't gonna change. How 'bout you?

How many do you have now... [he can't remember. His answer though is instant] No way. That's for boring old men.

We countin' worlds that ain't ours or no?

[Look, he can't help it that he's so damn awesome other flipping realities keep stealing him, okay?]

Anyway, sounds like yer well on yer way t' bein' a borin' smolt if all yer doin's hangin' 'round. Gotta be somethin' better t' do. Hell, pick up 'maids or some shit.

All of 'em. [he's gotta know the number.

He punches Namur's shoulder for the boring line]

I'm not boring! I'm just relaxing. [and picking on Smoker] Anyway picking up maids isn't my style.

[Hang on, bro. He has to use both hands to count since he doesn't think of them in numbers.]

Uh... looks like eight what's got promises an' give me promises back. Don't even ask me t' count girls that was jus' fun t' hook up with for awhile but weren't really gonna stick 'round. An' what, y' gay or somethin'? So pick up dudes, bro. Shit.

[whistles] Not bad.

[he approves, though flushes a little] I don't want to pick up anyone. It's too complicated.

[he's having fun teasing Smoker... but not in that way...exactly]

What's complicated? Feels good in yer body an' yer heart, an' y' make friends.

[Seriously. He doesn't get it.]

Forget it. [he's not explaining it] Hey you want to load up on some booze before we get there?

[Damn, what is it with people and not talking about shit?]

[Oh well. Whatever.]

Sure. We got 'nuff money for that or we gonna hafta grab'n'go?

[why is it worth talking about?]

I've got enough. [waves hand] But we can sneak some in just for the hell of it. Any pref?

Jus' got here, so hell if I know what the hell they got. Whatever's fine.

[Generally speaking, he drinks rum.]

All kinds. We should go to the Drunken Monkey. I love that place.

Hey, Namur... [walks backwards in front of him] Help me get stuff to make a big straw hat for it! It'll be awesome! If Lu ever shows up he'll crack up!

[Namur snorts.]

A'ight. Need a whole field a grass an' a bolt a cloth'd be my guess. Gonna be boned if yer bro shows up in the next couple a days though.

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