2nd Bite [Video]

[dirge]

Sam human, I have located two of the data p- books, on your list of wishes.

[He opens his palm revealing a worn copy of The Diary of Anne Frank and a newer looking copy of The Colour Purple. He has since stopped damaging his drone, so the picture is clear again.]

Also, this is to let everyone know I'm moving into the warehouse. Everything in there is mine now. Take anything and I will know.

[If he ever finishes doing inventory, which might take him years at this rate.]

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[10_20_15_5_50]

Two? Awesome!

[A book's the last vital item she has to have---assuming, of course, wood blocks will prove a serviceable substitute for the Scrabble tiles she's used to using---and so, in her excitement, Sam ignores the other assertions.]

I'll be by quick as I can.

[Video]

[not_a_ghost]

[Hello, Dirge, have a ghost lookin' cat thing.]

My, my, what a place to claim. How did the warehouse staff take to this claim, I wonder.

[Video]

[knight_light]

[He laughs]

Dirge, what are you up to now?

[Video]

[neverputincharge]

Hah, yeah. I don't think you'll make many friends takin' over that place.

[ye_olde_engineer]

Kid, the frag do ya think you're doin'?

[That's more a tired, mild exasperation than anything.]

Not that ya can't live in the Warehouse if ya want, but it's a public place an' everythin' in there is open ta the public. That's the whole purpose of the Warehouse.

[audio]

[fractalize]

Doesn't the Warehouse have...you know. Necessities?

I don't believe it's exactly an open place to lay claim to.