fishesoutofwater | TEST DIVE #2

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TEST DIVE #2

PREMISE & NAVIGATION ✦ RULES ✦ MOD CONTACT
TAKEN ✦ RESERVES ✦ APPLICATIONS ✦ HIATUS & DROPS
FAQ ✦ BASE ✦ BIOMES ✦ URSULA ✦ URSULA CONTACT

TEST DIVE MEME

For information about the animals and locations, be sure to check out the BIOME and BASE pages!

A: There’s a Storm on the Horizon
A brainstorm. On advice about the ingenuity of multi person parties, and from admitted lack of understanding of many needs of organics, URSULA has selected you and a partner (or partners) to go to one of the observatories with food, beds, and recording devices to have a jam session for ideas about missions.

You are not to leave the room until you have some good ones. So get cracking! Start suggesting to one another what the base needs to do.

Or get horribly, horribly sidetracked and possibly a little crazy at being locked up together with the ocean staring at you. Judging.

B: The Abysmal Sea
You’re stranded.

One of the planet’s troublesome signal-interfering pulses has just made your communication devices 100% nonfunctional. No matter how you try to call URSULA for help, she isn’t able to respond. The database strapped to your wrist is just a useless chunk of metal now, leaving you without a useful library of knowledge to survive off. If you were driving any underwater vehicle prior to this point, it’s broken down. And unless you’re a mechanic, it’ll be pretty hard to get it jumpstarted again.

Don’t fret! The communication systems always come online eventually, so if you stay put, it’ll boot back up and give you directions straight back to base so you can finally get home. But can you really afford to stay put? The sunlight’s slowly streaming out of the sky, leaving the waters darker and darker with each passing second. Soon, you won’t be able to see five feet in front of you, and the only warning you’ll get of any approaching threat is through sound, if they even make any.

You have a few choices: take a daring risk and try swimming back to base, but on the off-chance you don’t remember the directions correctly from before you were cut off, you’re going to get even more lost, in the darkness of the night no less. Or, you could huddle in, with any friends if they were unfortunate enough to be with you, and start focusing on getting warm. Because spending the night out here in the vast oceans with the entire world against you is becoming a very, very real possibility.

C: It’s dangerous to go alone. Take them!
URSULA’s technology is breathtaking. With enough materials, she could make practically anything: weapons, vehicles, all those human comforts and entertainments she forgot to build... or perhaps she could expand the base to give everyone even more leg room. But there’s a catch: you need to get those materials to her in the first place, and scavenging can be a monumental task.

The planet Iniidae has a plethora of materials to provide, but you’ve got to go find them first. Some are easy enough to get, by plucking off the ground or breaking a rock. But some are a bit more challenging, such as Crash Powder, seeing that the Crash defending it will literally explode in your face if you get too close. And then there’s materials such as Blood Oil, only harvestable within the Blood Kelp Caves several hundred meters underwater in the pitch-black darkness… remember, you have to gather resources with your two bare hands. No such thing as driving around and conveniently collecting them within the somewhat-relative safety of an armored vehicle.

Since it’s so dangerous to go alone, URSULA will encourage you all to leave the base in pairs or groups if you’re going to try collecting some of the more precarious materials to harvest. She has heard that most lifeforms find being reconstituted from nanites traumatic, so try not to die in front of each other!

D: Almost, but not quite, Entirely Unlike Tea
The droids, URSULA promises, will do their best to make anything you want. Go on! Ask them anything! She’s excited. This seems like a great way to test out their capacities.

Of course, you need to be very careful what you wish for. Maybe you ask for Hamlet by William Shakespeare, and they do their best but only know so much, giving you a book with some… creative changes. Maybe you ask for a puzzle box, but you weren’t specific enough and things went awry.

Maybe you made the mistake of asking for tea..

No matter what, you were given something that was almost, but not quite, entirely unlike what you asked for. Now what do you do with it?

E: CREATURE FEATURES (possible body horror)
As more data is collected on the creatures of the deep, DNA can also be gathered to allow URSULA to research how to integrate it into her crew members in useful and hopefully unintrusive ways, unless of course permission is given first for more obvious or exhausting additions.

Well, that's the idea, anyway.

Unfortunately, something malfunctioned while URSULA was researching. Her incomplete serum was injected into you through your devices while you slept (or maybe you were knocked unconscious by the sudden change to your body). Now maybe you have the temperament of a Stalker or the thirst of a Bleeder or Gasopod pods on your back that trigger when you're startled. How this genetic malfunction works and what it is can be up to you but while URSULA assures you it's only temporary, you're stuck like this for now.

Have fun?

F: The Caverns of Dream
The ocean calls you. Of course, it's much easier to dismiss it as nightmares. You'll probably think that's all it is after you have them. Flashes of screaming sea creatures writhing in agony, pleading for help, but these creatures can't ask for help, can they? Something huge, beyond the scope of imagination, moves in the ocean of your dreams and calls out to you to go deeper into the darkness. It pleads and begs but not with a voice you can hear or words you can understand.

You wake up in a sweat with the unrelenting desire to take a swim, even though it's late and everyone is asleep. Or maybe someone else just had the same nightmare as you? Are you willing to take a swim and try to understand the dream?

BASED ON CODE BY TESSISAMESS AND SUPERSUITS

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[ It will probably be a new rap every time. ]

Man, how could I forget my nakodiles? Best natives by far. As to rap skills... [ Dave snorts, picturing it. ] Noooo, that's not a thing they're really into. I mean, Jade tries and it's all kinds of adorable, but John doesn't. Rose...honestly does not need improvement. Stylistically she's more a straight up poet, but she's someone I prefer not to rap battle with. Mostly because she loves rapping about things specifically picked to wig me out when she does it. Holy shit, I'd actually pay money - again, if money mattered - to see her rap off with the batterwitch. But she's part Strider, so.

Edited 2016-04-15 15:11 (UTC)

[Good bro.

...Nakodiles? Goddamn, their crew missed out on so much. Skeleton underlings and corpse consorts. Boring null session bullshit.

The little smile comes back. Apparently, his ectobiological descendants put him in a good mood? What can he say, he likes Dave and Rose.] That must be why Vriska didn't pair us up with her and Roxy for a deadly rapoff. [He slides a chip into the droid and flicks a button.] Our tongue-tormenting teardown of the Batterwitch's bad behavior would go quickly sour sick from Rose shrinkin' on the Strilonde saviors.

[Dirk glances down at the droid.] Get that, bud?

[A mechanical voice cracks out:] Behavior, your savior, sick quick orders licksplit, what do you require, neighbor?

Yeah, that's coming along nicely. Listen and learn, little dude. You're sitting with the masters.

Edited 2016-04-15 15:58 (UTC)

Shrinkin' from Rose is one thing, but it happening in rap form? Trust me, she's terrifying. [ But the way he says that, Dave means it in a good way. He's well aware that his ectosib is probably the Beta kid you least want to press in any direction she doesn't want to go, and he's...proud of that? You don't mess with Rose.

Unless you're Dave and an idiot and run your mouth at her 24/7 regardless of the shrink-therapy consequences, but hey. He's her brother, she has to put up with him.

The robot-building continues to be frankly mystifying. Where the hell did any of these robo or computer skills actually go? Apparently they weren't hereditary. ]

Though I'm pretty sure Mom - ROXY. [ Holy shit he did not just make that mistake again. Somewhere in paradox space Rose Lalonde is laughing at him. Even though Dave gets the feeling that is a thing that is somehow always true no matter what. He clears his throat. ] Uh, I'm pretty sure Roxy wouldn't even mind, she seemed hells of easy-goin'. It'd just be a Strider wipeout. Or a Dave wipeout? We've yet to really test your Rose-defense in a trial of fire. Kinda get the feeling you might be able to turn the tables on her, maybe.

You got a name? [ Directed to the robot, curiously. ]

[Uh. Uh.

There are a lot of things he could say, but the one thing he feels he should respond to...]

'Mom', huh? Roxy must love this. [She finally got her post-apocalypse baby. And he's hilarious.

He shifts the little droid so that it can also get a visual on Dave. The robot responds in rhymes of certain hesitance as it learns the ropes.] A name? The fame, when you get in the game, unknown, untaught, unimpressed in the brain. Be what I am but I ain't got no nomen, human boy—human boy—omen?

[Poor little robot lost it there. Dirk gives it a tiny pat. This seems to kickstart it to finish:]

No nomen's an omen. Give me my ow-n?.

[Dirk winces at that finish.] Okay, he still needs a little more education. But you heard the little dude, Dave. He wants you to name him.

Oh my god can we erase the last two minutes of everything. [ Dave asks, like he's going to manage not to slip up and call Roxy "Mom" again in the forseeable future. He hasn't fucked up with Dirk for whatever reason, but he just cannot get Roxy right. Probably because, like he told John, the idea of having a Mom is just kind of nice. ]

She said she didn't mind, but if I keep calling Mo - ROXY holy shit what is that even. [ Why is his mouth betraying him. Quietly strangled Dave noises. At least any slight notion of Dave being remotely smooth had already been stabbed and buried behind the house when he'd word-vomited all over Dirk on a roof and hugged him awkwardly.

Good job, Dave.

Thank you for the interruption, little robot bro. The completely usual battle between Dave vs. the shit he says that makes him uncomfortable is put on hold and his mouth quirks up in a tiny smile again. That ending was kind of terrible. But.

But.

That was extremely adorable and he kind of wants to pinch the robot's cheeks even though that's not even a thing people can do. ]

This is so much responsibility, little dude. A'ight, let's see... [ Unlike other people he could name, he isn't known for randomly kidnapping animals and giving them ridiculous names. Rose and John. So Dave goes for something simpler: he picks something easy to rhyme for the starter Rap-bot. That's probably something said rap-bot would appreciate, huh? ]

Wiz? We're off to see the Wizard, he's gonna give us all the shit we ask for. That's your usual job, right, bro? Easy to rap it, too. Yes, no, Dave how could you?

Time shenanigans are your powers, man. [You want to erase two minutes of shame, it's on you. All Dirk can do is suck your soul out. Which, as far as solutions to embarrassment go, is probably even more extreme than decapitation.

A little whirring noise appears to be the droid's vocalization of its consideration. A click.] I am Wiz! Wiz in the biz! Would you care for orange fizz?

[With a smile, Dirk pats the bot.] Not until we work on your interpretation skills, Wiz. [He glances at Dave.] Nice choice. Based on that frame of reference, I think our new friend here is going to need a paint job after the hardware fixes are done. Some of the plants out there should make a suitable base for the pigment.

Ugh, don't remind me. I already have a few stable loops goin', I don't need to add another. And if I were going to, I'd already have shown up, and I don't see me anywhere around here. [ Dave makes a face, briefly. Besides, if he actually used his time shenanigans to erase every embarrassing thing he ever said or did...

...

Honestly, even Dave would not have enough time for that. Maybe he should work on the whole thinking-before-speaking thing, but. NAH. What would Rose even fucking do with herself if Dave wasn't making freudian slips every two minutes. Expire from boredom or something, and then he'd be a terrible brother, right?

He doesn't elaborate on whatever he's doing timeloop wise, but apparently there's some non-doomed dave timeloops happening currently. ]

You got it, little man. Wiz in the biz with the fizz, gonna give a quiz, who's game is this? It's his.

[ Dave apparently cannot stop himself from spouting stupid rhymes. ]

Oh, hey, that I can help with more than handin' you stuff like a gameshow assistant. Should I be wearing a dress for this? But yeah, paint job? I'll help gather the stuff and I am all about painting the little dude. My artistic skills are off the charts.

[ Because they're so bad. He's not terrible at photography, but his penchant for shitty jpeg artifacts sort of effects his legitimate paint skills, too... ]

Edited 2016-04-16 04:31 (UTC)

[Dirk almost opens his mouth to ask. Then he decides: no. He doesn't want to get involved in time bullshit. Dirk Splinters are more than enough. There is no need to go deep into loops of Daves.

The droid vocalizes something might have been a gasp.] It's MINE!? Gee whiz!

[No. Dirk puts a hand over the speaker.] Don't go Jake English on me, Wiz. You're a Strider now.

[On the subject of Striders, however, there is Dave's kind offer. There's a moment where Dirk's inscrutable glasses look on Dave.

Dave. Dave painting one of his robots. The artistic genius that is Dave, painting one of Dirk's own works, in his colours. Okay, sure, Dave isn't that artistic genius yet, and maybe he never will be, but he has that potential in him, and yes Dirk doesn't idolize this Dave because this Dave is a real person, not an ideal that got Dirk through a shitty childhood but—]

I'd be goddamned fucking honored to have you paint one of my bots.

[—but it comes blurting out anyway. Immediately, Dirk looks away.

He might even be wincing behind those opaque shades.] Er. I'm sorry if that came across as strange or off-putting. Fuck, I can call Rose my little girl or something equally embarrassing if you want to forget I said that.

[He's making it worse. Fuck. He is terrible. Now Dave is going to think he's projecting this other version of him all over him even though he doesn't mean it like that. And he and Dave were really getting along nicely, and all the weirdness was just hilarious stuff about the Lalondes. He is the escalator of awkwardness in this family. It is him.]

[ No one but Dave really needs to worry about the loops of Daves. There are usually entirely too many fucking Daves, and at this point in his time career he generally kind of has that shit on lockdown enough that there are at least not dead Daves littering the corridors, and what can anyone else really ask for?

There's a snort-laugh at the Harleybert exclamation, but then Dirk...puts his foot in his mouth.

There's a moment of total silence, and then Dave just looks absolutely fucking delighted. ]

Oh thank fuck, you do the foot-in-mouth thing too. I thought it was just me. This is terrific, high five for making ourselves incredibly uncomfortable with the shit that comes out of our mouths. [ Is that really worth a high five? Honestly, Dave is just thrilled someone else in the Strilonde clan fucked up and said something they didn't mean to say. He usually has that job covered back and forth and Rose and Roxy do not seem to have the issue so far as he's aware. ]

Where doing this man. [ Aaaaaaand here come the shitty comic references. ] Where making this happen.

[ Dave, why are you a self-referencing dork. He's actually holding up his hand for a high five. You know you want to, Dirk. Don't leave him hanging. ]

Also, one, I'm totally gonna paint Wiz now. Look forward to it, Wiz, you'll be my masterpiece. Two, if you ever call Rose your little girl please make sure I'm in the vicinity. Three, I got no clue what you're talking about 'cause we've both been completely and totally smooth cool cucumbers this entire time if anyone asks. Just. So ice-cold. Just absolutely frigid. Tundra-level conversation here, dude.

[Dirk is hugely relieved that Dave isn't upset, that in fact Dave is laughing. He's also a little thrilled to hear those referential words from the man himself (sort of). So good.

(He wants to say that normally he doesn't do the foot-in-mouth thing... but that would be an absolute lie. Jake suffered so many needy, clingy texts that Dirk still wants to die. Retcon every one of them out of existence, world.)

Yes, he is absolutely giving a Dave a high five. He will not let him down.]

Then from one 0 Kelvin corpse to another, thanks for making a really warped version of my childhood dreams come true. It's a Strider Bros collaboration project in the reality: Wiz the Rapping Alchemiter.

[Addressed, Wiz obviously has to say his bit.] Ask the time, you'll hear it's mine! Wordwise fighter!

[ A good bro never leaves another bro hanging. Once the high five is completed, Dave lets his hand drop back to his side, still amused. ]

Not really one of my childhood dreams, but I'm gonna retcon it and say it is. [ Because, honestly, robot-building was not a thing he ever did. Or that his bro did, to his knowledge. ] Because best childhood dream ever? We're gonna make you slick right quick, Wiz.

Although wow, the time is always mine. All the seconds minutes hours, s'my superpower.

[ Aradia can share, though, he guesses. ]

[Looks like a challenge there. And a great opportunity for Wiz's learning programs to get going.] Are you going to just take that lying down, Wiz?

[The little droid is silent for a moment. In the face of its first challenge challenge, it seems to be having difficulty. Then:] Yours? Time ain't for bores. You want time like mine head to the stores. What you've got ain't nothing to this bot, my processors are the boss of yours every microsecond you can reckon Imma land all the scores!

[The droid then prints out a slip a bandage. On it, the writing: Wrap around burns.]

[ ...........did he just

did the robot just print him out a bandage for burns hold on dave actually has to pause to laugh, again. at least he is not cry laughing, but holy shit he is keeping this bandage forever and is apparently just going to absently tie it around his right wrist for the moment. ]

You may have rhyme but you ain't got time. Clocks tickin' in my head, don't stop or you're dead - you're gonna overheat if you try to trump my beat. C'mon, try to process, guess you're makin' progress - but I'm in my prime, I'll take you fuckin' anytime.

[ this is literally the funnest thing he's done all day. dave is legitimately acting like a little kid in a candy shop but whatever dirk hasn't called him on it yet so he will just keep being thrilled with this turn of events. ]

[Dirk may not be participating in the battle himself, but he's enjoying it all. He's pretty sure that even his pathological overthinking can't find a way to fuck up the simple, absurd enjoyment of this moment.]

Your prime is past, you're running in last, better sit down, this ripdown'll make you wish you were fast gone, your old song? I've computed probabilities that it's all wrong, and guess what? You're done. So keep dreaming of AJ, 'cause Wiz in the hiz won't give his when it's payday!

[Another faint whirring noise, however, and in fact, the droid tries to produce exactly that: a cup of AJ. The tone shifts dramatically as it inquires... but still in verse.] Try it? If the taste is wrong, don't have to buy it. Let me know if it go with what I owe, but if the taste is off-base and no-show, I'll retrack, take it back, learn what you say and reapply it.

[From the top of Dirk's opaque glasses, one may spot the hints of raised brows.]

It looks like Wiz has selected you as his teacher in the taste of apple juice, on top of his mentor in the art of the sickwicked rap.

[ okay, he wants to keep wiz forever. look at those rhymes. look at him try so hard to make aj (a good reason to keep someone around even without rhymes, honestly). dirk is doing the lord's work here, even though dave is pretty sure all religions are fairly wrong.

dave abandons the freelance rap battle to take the pro-offered glass. ]

Moment of truth, bro. [ all things considered, he probably shouldn't expect too much, but maybe it's closer this time?

...

...

...

all right we've hid the sort of fizzy near apple cider juice level. dave's first tentative sip turns into actually drinking more of it, since it isn't half-bad. not pure aj, but not terribad. ]

Closer! Kinda fizzier than apple juice? The pure stuff's a little sweeter, too. But I actually like the taste of this. Wiz juice? Wiz cola. [ it probably doesn't need a name. he'll drink some more, though, before holding out what's left to dirk, eyebrows raised. ] Really, it's actually pretty good even if it ain't spot on. Good work, bro.

[ that's just directed to both dirk and wiz. ]

[The whirring noises indicate to Dirk that Wiz here is doing his best to remember what Dave said and modify his next attempt accordingly. The happy chirping is something he feels like he didn't program Wiz for.] Wiz cola, Angola!

[...Whatever. Dirk won't stop Wiz. He figures that it's good for the bot to try out rhymes when it talks if it's going to improve its skills.

Not-AJ is offered to him, and Dirk pauses. Then, he accepts and takes a drink.] I have no idea if it tastes anything like apple juice, but I can live with drinking this.

[...He isn't sure if that 'bro' is addressed at him, and the extent of his ability to navigate such delicate social precisions is extremely low. So he'll opt to give Wiz a pat in agreement with the 'good work.' Navigate social uncertainty with: the motherfucking flashstep dodge.

Nailed it.]

[ That's a traditional Strider method of dealing with just about anything. Dave's as likely to abscond as he is to put his foot in his mouth, really. He just...really doesn't want to run away at the moment, even if he's so far avoided saying anything terribly feelings-y.

Saying you're glad someone exists one time is enough to go on for a long time after, right. They can last sixteen more years on that, right. ]

Wiz cola it is, man. Definitely offer that to more people, Wiz, you'll get lots of takers I bet? Make tons of pals. Pal-honcho it up, little dude.

[ Dave is apparently just going to encourage all the robo shenanigans here. He's a bit like a cat, pushing at a pile of plates on the corner of the counter just because it looks fun. ]

Also, when we finally get legit for real one-hundred-percent aj here - because I have lived this dream for years now and I ain't stopping now - we're having a fuckin' party. You will finally be enlightened to the ways of the path of red fruity drinks. Or green fruity drinks. I'm not even picky at this point, even though red is obviously always the superior choice. Once you go apple you don't go back, bro.

[ At...at least Dave isn't obsessed with alcohol or something? At least that. There are way worse vices than apple juice. ]

[Wiz is so excited about making friends, he's practically a concerto of whistles and bells. Dirk has to give him a little tap to tell him to quiet it down.]

Crown me Prince of Cores and stitch me up a new god tier, 'cause I'd be totally down for an apple juice party. Red or green. [Horror flashbacks: Trickster mode.] Just not both at once.

Can it be knit instead? I made Rose teach me a lil bit of knitting when we were stuck on a meteor for three fuckin' years.

[ In between somehow persuading Karkat that playing hopscotch was a good use of their time and helping the Mayor with can town. His schedule was just so packed. ]

Still not sure if I like being stuck on a meteor or down in here in undersea whateverness better. On the one hand, shitty meteor trip had movies and food that didn't come from the sea. On the other hand, the company ain't too bad here and there's not one thousand versions of that chess dude chasin' us, so that's always a plus. If we get an apple juice party this place'll win hands down, so let's make that priority numero uno.

See, this new revelation about your talent in the fine art of the knit-one-purl-two is exactly why I'm going to rank this above both my Sburb session and the last time I was trapped in the middle of the ocean: no crafting parties. This is exactly the kind of glorious hands-on art shenanigan I was missing out on.

[Look. The level of implicit joking in his phrasing can't deny the fact that, it's true, there were no crafting parties. And crafting parties would actually be great comparatively. He is genuinely pleased that Dave can knit.]

I hope you've already started thinking about what to knit for Wiz's birthday present.

[ But can Dave knit Well is the question here. He kind of fucks off from patterns as whimsy strikes so the answer is "it depends" since he genuinely Tries to make horrible works of knitted art. It's less ridiculous if he actually follows a pattern, but where's the fun in that.

Honestly why does anyone let him do anything ever. ]

Of fucking course I have. When's his birthday, anyway? Today? Need a little more time than that. And, like. A little more yarn. And knitting needles? Oh my god this place needs more shit to do that's like, unproductive. Or productive in a fun way and not a world-transforming base-improving way. Remixing the hella mystical background music in my head only does so much.

Subscribe me to the craft party newsfeed, dude, I'll show up every time.

[Obviously, any poor knitting is an ironic gesture, brilliantly executed by one of the maestros in his early days. (Leave Dirk alone, he still has a lot of faith in the general concept of a Dave, regardless of which particular Dave that refers to.)

There are logistics to consider here. The logistics of birthday presents.]

We can say it's the day I set him running with the full set of modifications. Wiz 1.0, as it were. He should also be fully painted before he's considered properly operational.

[This is important.]

Dude, do you want me to build you a turntable or something? It wouldn't be hard.

[ All right, Dave was actually going to respond to some of that re: Wiz 1.0 and painting (maybe make a remark about painting the corridors while they're at it, consider: color being a thing again) but.

But.

Dirk is good with robotics and building things. That was a thing that was apparently a fact and Dave was kinda aware of it, but for some reason this logical outcome just never occurred to him. ]

Seriously? [ A turntable. He misses his gear so much, but also: a turntable built by Dirk. Who probably has better things he could be doing with his time than entertaining Dave, but - ughhhh don't start comparing and contrasting guardians again, Dave, shit, stay focused. ] Jesus Christ in a sidecar you're the best. I'll make you a mix, I used to make 'em for Jade all the time back before, you know, meteorpalooza. Can I help? Uh, in the handing you shit sense again I actually do not have technological building skills, Harley would be way more help here than I am, ngl.

[ why did he just say the acronym ngl aloud. ]

[In Dirk's opinion, there could not be a better use of his time. Dave's immediate response vindicates this feeling. It makes Dirk smile, and he even stops tinkering around inside of Wiz's hardware for a second.]

I'd love that. Meaning both a mix and your help. You can tell me all about the specs you want as I work. And pass all the tiny little wrenches that will enable this Strider masterwork.

[ He gets a half-smile back, as Dave starts tapping out a rhythm on his knees again. ]

I am the best at passing people shit, so you've got it, bro. I'll tell you all about my gear back home while we go? Also, how weird is it that we can't, like. Alchemize shit here? Did not even notice how completely commonplace that got until suddenly there wasn't an alchemizer around.

[ Not that he would be doing much good if there were one around, since like his friends Dave is pretty good at making 80% ridiculous shit from them, but. At least 20% of the stuff he comes up with is maybe useful!!! Maybe. ]

Do you make mixes? [ He realizes he doesn't actually know. CLEARLY all the hobbies and likes don't directly translate, what the fuck adult dave and your lack of an endless supply of aj. ]

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