USS Manticore, 02/19/24, 10:00 PM ET

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USS Manticore - Mondays 10 ET - Command Staff: Captain McFly, Kansas Kenickie

Between 2/19/2024 9:02 PM and 2/19/2024 10:19 PM

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= USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #1258, STARDATE 52402.19 = starfleet

= The new Manticore-B was set to receive her new PK module after a lengthy shakedown cruise but the module was intercepted on its way to Starbase -REDACTED-. Manticore has been sent in to investigate. They were able to track the thieves to a junkyard where they came across a decent sized space station that turned out to be a ship. McFly and Pilot went inside and found the module only to be discovered by the thieves. After a firefight Pilot was jettisoned off the station in his shuttle and McFly was captured. They continued their pursuit of the thieves but soon the warp trail dissipated and stopped them in their tracks. Back at the junkyard, they discovered a comm recording of their old scumbag Mork. They need to find out how he's involved in all of this. Meanwhile, Kansas has been reassigned to Presidential security and during a diplomatic conference on the moon where she thwarted an assassination attempt. Back on Earth she was sent a weird message simply containing three pictures from her brother. She learned a Vorta surgically altered themselves and snuck in as the shooter whose body has disappeared from the morgue. She just learned that McFly has also gone missing and is preparing to chew out Jaffee. Faldek and Gila are now a year into an undercover assignment on Cardassia. The purpose of which the crew has not been notified of. They've met up with Edvenent to search for -REDACTED-. However, Cardassian command has seen fit for them to be sent to new assignments disrupting their undercover mission. Faldek is on a new Dominion shipyard where after some leg work, he discovered a brand new, and devastating, Dominion ship. However he was caught and sent back to Cardassia. After a meeting with Legate Damar, Faldek is more eager than ever to end this mission. However, after one final push to end their mission, Edvenet was arrested. Gila is at an outpost turned medical facility where she has gained the trust of a young Jem'Hadar who she is using for information about a secret training program. She used her influence to enroll him in the program and is hoping to gain some information along the way. = starfleet

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::checking their perimeter::

:: Is still at Ops, as always ::

::scanning the compound from her terminal on the bridge::

:::Throwing a tantrum in the shuttle:::

+EJ+ Status report? When safe to speak.

::Curses and throws everything not bolted down::

+Bren+ we’re about to breach here momentarily. Stand by.

:: Is arrested, sees Faldek continue on out of the room::

::TNIP on the bridge:: Huh, I thought that was part of CetOps' job...

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::Stops short and hit the secure channel and tries to conntect to Jeffee:::

::continues walking back to the building he works in and quickly heads up to his office::

:: on the bridge making certain the AT is under transporter lock ::

:: Raises an eyebrow, overhearing Bren, thanks to his pointy ears ::

::in the Cetacean Ops tank, conducting medical scans of Sven to update his records::

Away Team under transporter Lock Cap...err.. Commander.

::walks with his platoon and escorts Edvenet into the detention center::

::monitors to the SecOps to get us through the door quietly::

:: Walks with the platoon ::

::nods and reaches into his bag of tricks::

::enters his office and grabs his bottle of Kanar, taking a rather large drink. He sits down at his desk and brings up the information he just obtained, going over it::

::opens comm to see KK:: Commander! I hope you've been able to find something.

9:08 PM

::appears worried::

+Jaffee+ YOU B*Tch

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9:08 PM

+Jafee+ How dare you NOT tell me about Matt

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::continues checking the alien warp signtures, as Tevek continues scanning him::

So far so good...no problems Commander Bren

::spies on the away team in Mork's Residence::

::runs Ed through a full body scanner then escorts him to a special cell block, one that's not near any of the general population::

::her eyes soften:: I'm sorry, Commander. I felt it best not to tell you.

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::watching the officer hack into the residence door so we can gain entry::

:: is lead into the cell block ::

9:11 PM

:: is lead into the cell block ::

@Edvenent ( Cardassia ) (@Lt. Harnett) - jump led*

::going over the information, noting a couple discrepancies between it and the other stuff Ed and himself had found:: ::opens a secure comm to @Dr. Gila Orrak (Medical Outpost) :: Can you talk? (edited)

:: thinks of EJ...::

Edvenent ( Cardassia )

:: is lead into the cell block ::

((::starts making up a Trek version/filk of 'Cell Block Tango'::)) (edited)

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+Jaffee+ Does it say "Dumbass" on my forhead?!

9:13 PM

+Jaffee+ how do you expect me to do my job without knowing everything?!

::enters the compound with the team:: (w) well well.

:: Checking in on various soldiers to maintain her cover. ::

<Cardassian Special Investigator>::reviewing a PADD with the information about Edvenent on it::

+SecComm+ "Only for a short duration."

Annika...when we are in a more stable situation can we arrange a meeting in Ceta-Ops.. between myself and their engineer.

::upon entering, a guard is taken down with a choke hold before we can catch a glimpse of Commander Pilot::

::nods:: Of course, I can't see why not.

Careful, Commander. I didn't want you going on this mission with your judgement compromised. I already knew that was going to happen to Manticore... I needed someone ruthless to get the job done without emotional attachment.

I might need your diplomatic skills with Lt Banks.

Lt. Banks?

::reviews Sven's scan results::

::drug the body of the Andorian for hire into another room to rule out the suspicious of a security breach by Mork’s remaining security::

:: Sits in the cell, hands still cuffed ::

Ooh, the beluga. I'll see what I can do.

+jaeffee+ That is right I am ruthless! you are on my list now.... I am going to get your weapon and you better hope I don't turn it on you!! (edited)

::nods to the Sec Ops::

+Gila+ I need you to find out the coordinates of the cargo transfer that's going down in a nebula soon. Then I need you to get ready to ex-fil after I attempt to rescue Edvenet.

:: Taps away at Ops, keeping his own eyes on the facility ::

:: notes AT progress on her screen :: So far so good.

+Faldek+ "I should have it soon. I have made a...friend."

+Gila+ Make it fast, but not obvious. We are running out of time.

<Cardassian Special Investigator>::finishes reviewing the PADD, heads to Edvenent's cell::

That's enough Commander! Now I made a judgement call, right or wrong. The priority here is retrieving that weapon. All other concerns are secondary.

+Jeffee+ But I have hit a dead end... and it wasn't a happy exit on my last departure

:: Sits there, quietly, hearing the sound of boots headed his way ::

Nausicaan Mork Guard> :: Guarding door Near EJ ::

::uses the butt of his mek'leth and strikes the Nausican::

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+Jaffee+ :::Takes a deep breath:: my regards Admiral....I just need direction... my last contact was a dead end.

::finishes reviewing Sven's scans:: You appear to be in excellent health. I may see one of your colleagues whenever they are ready.

Nausicaan Mork Guard> :: takes the hit on the head.....falls to the floor with a loud :: THUMP ::

::hides the nausicaan too::

<Cardassian Special Investigator> ::arrives at Edvenent's cell, stops and just looks at him::

::heading to what we he believes to be the dining room with the Sec Ops Team in tow::

Thank you doctor, my colleague Inga is over there. I don't think she'd mind being treated as well. The dolphins and Lt. Banks are swimming around somevere.

Just a colleague. I see how it is...

Understood. Unfortunately Manticore hasn't had much success either. However, last I was told they were on their way to an old... "contact", who might be able to shed some light. I'll report back if they find anything. Until then, I suggest you take this time to collect your emotions.

Mork Nuvian Guard 1> I heard bolian rinds are quite healthy.

...I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Regardless of my orders, I'm sure Manticore has been doing everything they can to find him.

:: Looks up at the Special Investigator ::

::swims over towards Inga, raises an eyebrow at the "just a colleague comment"::

::stops when he hears talking::

Mork Nuvian Guard 2> High fiber content...good carb content...but I haven't tried them.

::stops as well, readies phasers on heavy stun::

Yes, ok doctor. You may proceed vith your scans.

+Jaffee+ understood sir... I WILL get that weapon. I have already broken my own code on this one

::signals the team, take down on my command::

Thank you, Inga. :::begins with scans::

Mork Nuvian Guard 1> :: holsters his weapon to describe things :: A boat load of fiber..haha!!! I heard Klingons taste terrible though.

I have faith in you, Commander. I wouldn't have put you on this mission if I didn't. Jaffee out.

:::Closes the channel:: Sh!t (edited)

::raises his eye brow at the klingon comment he heard, signaling take them::

Mork Nuvian Guard 2> How the heck are you going to get a Klingon to eat.....I mean the boss has his means...but that seems tough to do.

::move in and fire on the nuvian guards::

Mork Nuvian Guard 1> they are...What!!! : gets holstered piston but is promplty shot ::

::heads down to the entrance and then towards an area that looks slightly seedy::

::follows in phaser rifle drawn to clean up any stragglers::

Mork Nuvian Guard 2> :: puts hands up...one holding a bag of rinds...but it is too late..he is shot and falls to the floor ::

::works with the dolphins and Banks to isolate the warp signatures and regain a trail:: We don't have much time left though... ::quietly::

Nuvian Guards > :: dead....but food spilled ::

<Cardassian Special Investigator> Mr. Edvenent. I am from the Special Investigations Unit. You are charged with suspicion of espionage.

::Sniffles:: (w) stop being a girl about this

Commander, I believe I have weapons fire on the surface..

::sitting in his dining room enjoying his favorite blue steak with a side of Bolian ghava beans and a bottle of Romulan Ale::

Ours?

Phasers sir...Yes.

:: Looks up at the Special Investigator :: " I know how this works, I've already been found guilty, or I would not be here."

Understood, thank you.

:: The Jem'hadar slipped her something. it read "48 by 1516 by 2342"::

::opens the dining room door, lettings teh SecOps move in::

::move into the dining room and aim at Mork::

Nuvian> ::: holding one of those large feather fans.....giving Mork a cooling breeze ::

:: Remained at sickbay to do something about his headache ::

A larger amount of lifesigns seem to be congregating towards the away team

Nuvian Waitress> :: shrieks and drops her food tray ::

"I'm sure this is nothing, or something that can be fixed."

::heads down an alley and turns to a door, enters a code and the door opens, he walks in::

Mister Mork... ::aiming his phaser rifle at him too::

Callista, please let me know if they go... about 20 seconds without firing any shots

:::Goes back to the Comm system and starts searching for "the word":::

Understood....Sir...Maintaining transporter lock ....

<Cardassian Special Investigator> I am glad that you understand how our system works. Now, what I am most curious about is who your accomplices are, so that they may be sentenced as well.

:::Still cursing herself for being emtional and showing her hand to Jaffee::

::continuing with Inga's scans::

:: eating grin:: That's lovely my dear. Maybe you can bring that a little closer, you know how I love the feathers to tickly my-- ::is suddenly spooked by the Klingon standing next to him holding a phaser to his head:: WORF?! We had an understanding!!! This is an outrage!!!

::heads to a console and begins looking up the detention facility, it's specs, entrances, exits, personnel compliment::

::head butts Mork with Ridges:: Wrong klingon, p'taq!

Nuvian with Fan> :: mindlessly obeys despite all the visitors ::

:: Looks at the special investigator :: Accomplices? Just what makes you think I had any accomplices?

::formulating a entry and exit strategy based on the available information::

::secure the room::

Commander it has been 20 seconds with no weapons fire...

::slumps down into his seat like a cartoon character making loud Ferengi moans; makes a big show out of it::

::glances over at Calli's direction::

+Manticore+ Currently in. Stand by.

:: Watches the Ops console ::

+EJ+ Call me a helicopter commander, but it seems like you've got things stabilized over there?

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Nuvian waiters > :: not certain what to do with the new visitors ::

:::Taps away... thinks she just got her name cut from Jaffee's christmas card list:::

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Mork, pull yourself together! I have questions for you....

<Cardassian Special Investigator>:: smiles:: Well, Mr. Edvenent, you committed espionage. That's not like murder. It's not something one does for their own personal reasons. You must be working with other enemies of the state, either domestic or from outside. Either way, I want to know who you were working with.

Callista Tyrel

Nuvian waiters > :: not certain what to do with the new visitors ::

((bring them food!))

Lt. Cmdr EJ Pilot

+Manticore+ Currently in. Stand by.

((Oops, sorry, I hadn't seen this comment before I made mine))

Bren Faliver

((Oops, sorry, I hadn't seen this comment before I made mine))

((we did it at the same time, you're good.

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::pulls himself up in his seat:: Ugh, why so rough? You hit my head so hard I forgot my safe word.

9:36 PM

Oh that's right, I didn't have a safe word. ::Ferengi style Joker laugh::

::to Mork:: well you had better start to remember, or your headache will be the least of your worries!

Commander...why not just beam the guy into a cell aboard? The being is an interstellar menace.

((To be fair I do play him like a villain from the old batman tv show.

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((LOL))

((oh GOOD so it was recognizable! I thought it was too big and not a good example))

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::she also continues working as she's being scanned::

::glaring at Mork:: have you recently done any shopping for things you probably shouldn't have?

He's got friends in high places. And low ones. Lots of side-to-side, as well. I'm not sure it would be in our best interests, at least in the long term, to take him prisoner

9:38 PM

But busting into his home, beating his guards up, and intimidating him for information is probably kinda cliche for him.

Of course. That's the only thing I shop for, mister Klingon.

::listening::

I thought he was serving time for Consuming a Bajoran Monk if I recalled...my mistake

::looking at Mork:: What was that shopping list looking like?

:: Chuckles slightly :: Fine, Gul Madred.... Gul Lemec ... Legate Damar....

::Looks at the ceiling, thinking:: Was he...?

Please, sit, I'll have the cook make up some gagh. I always like to have some on hand. It mixes well with tube grubs.

:::Taps helm and directs the shuttle away from K-7 before someone gets pissed off:::

::looks around going to a cabinet, finding his stash of gear, grabs out a personal dampening field, phaser rifle, stun grenades, a blade and a back up phaser, all Cardassian issue. He also gets on a black suit of what light phaser resistant armor. Starts talking to himself:: If this was back in the OO days Ed, you'd be left for dead...

:: Now how to make a graceful exit... ::

A Bajoran Monk? That's news to me.

:::Checks her messages but comes up bust::

::looking at Mork:: I'll stand.

Well I remember on that ...special mission we partaked in...that was what the arrest warrant was for...And the Bajorans were the ones that wanted him.

Now I don't go around asking about your naughty wishlist do I? ::big toothy grin::

The one where we kept the costumes :: smiles ::

Hm, I wonder what the penalty would be for eating a monk. ::smiles:: Yes, yes. I remember!

Nuvian > :: resumes fanning Mork with those that giant feather fan again ::

Three 'Our Pahwraiths' and a couple of 'Hail Prophets'?

<Cardassian Special Investigator> ::chuckles back at Edvenent:: Oh, this sounds fascinating! Please tell me more about how Legate Damar and those upstanding Guls were involved with a spy like you!

::swings his mek'leth near Mork's ear but clearly missing on purpose:: Do you need new ears?

::puts on his selection, seeing the sun start to go down over the Capital city::

::takes his food utensils and slices off another piece of his blue steak and eats it; with his mouth full he says:: I like it chewy

Nuvain> :: a Feather is cut from her fan and gently falls upon Mork's table ::

I guess.

::reviews Inga's scan results::

:: Looking at the Investigator :: Oh, I am sorry, that is just the top of my most hated list...

Next time, I may not miss. So if you would be so kind to provide me with the info I am asking for.

::small gasp as the blade whips past his ear:: ...Well that's rude. I just bought these two seasons ago.

::::Replicas some Coffee::: come on

Well what are you want to know, mister klingon?

:: worries about EJ....not that the Klingon is in that much danger...but still...she does not want to hear of him being served...::

::cuts to the chase:: Did you steal our PK Module?!

::puts his utensils down and folds his hands on the table like a child trying to act all serious::

::Whispers:: Matt how could you be so stupid... no I blame Faldek for this he is the Xo.... he wqas supposed to watch you (edited)

And WHAT is a PK module?

:: Holds his head as the pain increases ::

::reaches across to grab Mork up with one hand and lift his above his chair and table:: You know damn right!

<Cardassian Special Investigator> :;sighs:: Ah, a pity. I thought I had stumbled upon quite the scandal here. But why don't you try answering my questions then: who were you working with?

Nuvian > :: wonders.::...a Salt and Pepper shaker? .....:: Continues Fanning Mork ::

::grabs the finishing touch for his ensemble, which is the personal dampening field to hide his biosign and activates it. Heading for the detention facility, conveniently locate a block and a half away::

::gets pissed, voices get higher:: NO, this is your fault.... you got yourself yanked off the ship (edited)

:: chuckles at the question :: It's okay... my mission is almost over.... the person I was sent to assassinate is standing right here..

::flails and suddenly becoming really frightened; lets out a high pitched shriek:: I swear I don't know what a PK module is!

::growls:: Do not lie to me!

::finishes review of Inga's scan results:: Thank you, Inga. You look to be in excellent condition.

What about any federation thefts?? ::eyeing the Ferengi, still holding him up::

::looking like he's swimming in the air:: I swear! I steal all kinds of things. I never heard of a PK module!

::goes all parkour and stuff, making his way to the roof ingress point::

Ah, vell that is nice, thanks doktor.

Nuvian Slave> :: fans Mork at a Higher speed since he is in distress ::

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:::Hands on her head - mumbles:: you just threatned to blow up Earth you dumbass

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I've stolen a bunch of things from the Federation! Just recently I brokered something very large to be stolen from them. Something... ::stops moving; relaxes his body and looks EJ directly in the eye and offers a very big eating grin:: something very powerful.

<Cardassian Special Investigator>::looks around:: You were sent to assassinate me, a humble Special Investigator? ::grins:: I cannot possibly believe I am that important!

Where is it?

:::Makes contact with a dealer to get a better shuttle:::

:: smiles :: Oh.... Enabren Tain must have really hated you..

::clears his throat:: I can honestly say I don't know where it is, mister klingon.

Jaffee wont mind me giving away her shuttle for something better

::lowers Mork down::

9:53 PM

Well that's all you had to say! (edited)

"I believe I am done for the day. I need to rest before I kick the bucket." :: she says to anyone that will listen ::

::pops in through the door, having hacked the door panel, looking around he finds the section that Ed is being held in, starts heading there, quite as a church mouse::

::smooths out his clothes:: There, that's better.

::backhands Mork with the hand of Kahless himself damn near:: Lie to me again. And you will have to get clip on lobes.

a fedration shuttle will make a nice trade

Nuvian Slave> :: instincltively backs off when Pilot strikes the Ferengi...but resumes her duty fanning Mork ::

::lets out another loud Ferengi shriek; the force of the slap throws him to the floor like a poor damsel from an old 1940's flick::

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Comm's kinda sic-lent

Vole> :: squeak Squeak::

Let's try the truth this time.

::lets out a laugh:: Is that all you have mister klingon? I've paid for worse. ::chuckles again::

<Cardassian Special Investigator> ::smiles back:: Please, tell me more about your mission to assassinate me!

::moves close to Mork:: I will blow up this entire planet with you on it.

::sees a guard outside the cell that Ed is in. He approaches like he's supposed to be there:: Is the special investigator in there still?

Dr. Tevek

<Cardassian Special Investigator> ::smiles back:: Please, tell me more about your mission to assassinate me!

((Edvenent: "Aww, now, no spoilers" ::Winky face::)) (edited)

Now, tell the truth Ferengi!

Along with all my information.

:: Exits the main facility room ::

:: Smiles :: No... I think I have said enough for now.

Prison Guard> What.. who...

I've been downloading information from your computers since we got here.

::Vole's Tail is crushed by some invisible force outside Edvenet's cell ...the Vole Shrieks::

::smacks the taste out of his mouth::

::before he can finish the sentence he takes a dagger through the roof of his mouth, into his brain pan, turns to look for the sound of the shriek::

:: Looks over as the vole shrieks ::

::Still talking to herself::: something with a cloaking device will be nice

Vole> :: struggling to free it it's crushed tail under Faldek's foot :: SQEEAKKK!!!!

::blood starts coming out of his mouth; he laughs and responds to Security Ops:: All you'll find are my archives of recipes. You might try the Aenar surprise. The Surprise is live Gagh inside the belly.

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::looks down, lifting up his foot, opens the cell door::

<Cardassian Special Investigator> ::about to respond to Edvenent, but then is distracted by a vole shriek, turns around::

Vole> :: scurries inside the cell.....::

::gives Mork one more smack for his insolence:: +Bren+ I am not getting anywhere with this buffoon.

:::nods:: Ok.... we got this...

::is intensely monitoring the comm with Mork:: Bah! Never send a Klingon to do a dolphins job!

What do we got? Matt or the PK...

Sir...I still think we should arrest him while we have the chance. ...:: playing devil's advocate..but believes it is the best course of action.

+EJ+ Boil him alive in his own kitchen. THe irony will be.... ::mimes putting down sunglasses:: ... delicious."

( gnight folks must depart )

:::Messages Jaffee requesting Money:::

I'm his boss, and you're dead. ::fires his phaser on kill, point blank at the special investigator::

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::looks at Mork:: A Mork Boil.

:: Raises an eyebrow at what Bren said ::

Jesus Joseph Kahless...

Lieutenant Harnett, your eyebrow is geting quite the workout today.

oh yeah.... hold your breath on that one

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:: Hears Faldek's voice and hears the phaser, watching the special investigator ::

<Cardassian Special Investigator> ::is dead (much to the audience's disappointment, let's say)::

:: Raises my eyebrow again :: Indeed, sir

+Annika+ Oh sugar, we've been down here listening in on ol' Mister Pilot's persuasion techniques. This might be where we may offer our special services. Please relay that information to that cutie Faliver.

::hears:: +kelp+ Okay, I'll pass that along. (edited)

::unlocks Ed's hand bindings and hands him a phaser and personal dampening field emitter:: We have to go...

If it's any consideration, the cetaceans at CetOPS offer up their services in interrogarting Mr. Mork.

.... how so? What do they propose?

Ja, we'd love a chance to show our persuasion skills.

They didn't say, but I trust their persuasion skills.

::heads off to his station swimming excitedly:: Everyone always wants to go through the butt first. But Ferengi, it's the ears. You must go for the ears! ::lets out excited dolphin sounds::

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:::Cleans up her shuttle::: we got this.... I can do both jobs

I mean... would they like to be patched through to Pilot?

:: Takes the phaser and gets to his feet :: Yeah, I can't wait to get out of here.... I didn't expect a rescue.

::raises eyebrow hearing cetaceans discussions of their persuasion skills::

Do they want us to beam him into their tank in street clothes?

. Ja, how can you miss?

I wasn't gonna, but then the Starfleet side of me decided otherwise.

He might be able to float given how uhh.. natrually bouyant he looks

Thank you, now... I think we had better get moving

Mork....

Hm. Maybe they will push him around like a beach ball.

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((Dang I was just gonna tell EJ we're borrowing Mork))

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There will be some fun next week.

10:08 PM

KK, Komments?

I promise not to blow up Earth

Don't make promises you can't keep.

10:09 PM

TBS will be immediate.

Other than that, nice work everyone

Questions or comments?

10:10 PM

If nothing then how do you say pain is pleasure is dolpinese? ...::squeaks and squeals:: No that's not right... DISMISSED!!!

Woah!

Eeepp!!

Goodnight and good week all yall

Night

nite nite Peeps

10:11 PM

NIte nite McFly

later babe

Goodnight!

Night folks!

later dudes

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