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[foreverphantom]

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[foreverphantom]

...What are you talking about?

[myadsharp]

Hrmeow... Do I have to explain boxes?

[foreverphantom]

I know what boxes are!

I just want to know what's so mysterious about them!

[myadsharp]

Ya don't think boxes that give ya infinite food or money or pictures or sounds're just the littlest bit meowsterious?

[foreverphantom]

[ he groans and flops his head back onto the couch ]

Oh god, you're another person who doesn't know technology, aren't you.

[myadsharp]

Somethin' like that? But even if I ain't got every detail down for your boxes, I'd say I've spent enough time with these--

[cha-ching]

--to get some measure of 'em.

Or are ya saying all that's normal in the end?

[foreverphantom]

Okay, all the "boxes"? Those are normal.

The--hearing the stupid slot machines when we're nowhere near them anymore? That's something else.

[myadsharp]

Nyahaha, so we're all agreed, then? Took ya long enough.

[Why is this miscommewnication suddenly Danny's fault.]

That's what I'm sayin', though. Them slotting box machines've got something to do with the dead raccoon. Might be a whole message, might be he's just mad he ain't a master at the slots.

[foreverphantom]

Hmm...you might have a point.

The news also mentioned the arcade and the cafe, right? Do you know anyone who stayed there last night?