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[backwordscompatible]

Hey, everyone.

I have some extra cake, if anybody's in the mood for a slice.  First-come, first serve.  [Unless she plays favorites and saves some for certain individuals.]  I'm down in the workshop for whoever wants.

Oh, and it's chocolate.  The cake, I mean.  Not the workshop.

[That would just be...actually, no, she could imagine that happening in a future Liminal.]

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[closetshark]

As entertaining as this all is, I'm more of a skee-ball sort. Though I will admit that the rats are a rather lovely touch, so kudos on that bit to whoever thought this one up.

Normally I wouldn't bother with you twits but as my usual methods of leaving places haven't worked I'm forced to actually ask how to do so. The faster I get out the faster I can finish a project I was working on.

I've got some yeti to inform about the cancellation of Christmas and really can't dally about.