(The following blogpost contains discussion of police brutality)
Medjed: who up playin with they worm
Trackmaster5000: excuse me
Medjed: I DIDN'T STUTTER COACH BOY, WHO UP PLAYIN WITH THEY WORM???
Saiyuri: I believe I have someone to do that for me, Futaba.
Medjed: SDGASHAJ truuuuuuu
Trackmaster5000: are you all for real
GardenGirl: Please don't talk about my husband like that, Futaba!
Medjed: LMAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOO
Trackmaster5000: my god... im ur worm babe...
P-Ann-ther: Ryuji ur gonna make this weird
Trackmaster5000: futaba opened this ancient message log by asking if we were jerking it, it can't get any weirder
Saiyuri: Oh, I do think it can. Remember Beach Episode?
P-Ann-ther: oh god what happened 2 that place?
GardenGirl: I believe the owner got married! He runs a gym for super-powered people now. The store has relocated.
Trackmaster5000: oh yeah he was datin that hot demon girl right? damn
Saiyuri: A literal succubus, if I remember correctly.
Medjed: holy fuckin shit yeah i remember, damn what a lucky dude
GardenGirl: I do remember him helping us fight Weyland.
P-Ann-ther: god when i remember all the things we did i freak out, how were we doin any of that
Medjed: the perils of youth... the magic of the kobbers...
Saiyuri: And yet, I wouldn't change any of it, I think. I'm sure most of us would agree.
Trackmaster5000: try all of us, dude, luckiest people on the planet
GardenGirl: I certainly believe so! <3
Trackmaster5000: <3
P-Ann-ther: alright ya lovebirds :P
Medjed: hey anyone seen queen
Makoto Nijima, who would have changed absolutely everything if she could, closed the messaging app and tried to get back to sleep. The alarm clock read 3:15 AM in an accusatory glare.
She didn't succeed for another two hours. The following day at work was hell.
