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The Probe is no more. I have impaled her upon the nose of an SUV the size of the British Empire.
Last night I dreamt that we were all in high school again, and to celebrate the end of school the town held its annual last-student-standing event. All the high school people had to kill each other until there was only one left, and that last would get some great prize. The whole mess was very detailed, involving car theft, shotgun blasts, general running around town. Specifically I remember Andy walking around in a giant piece of armor shaped like a grenade, throwing grenades at people. And Nick tried some complex electric eel trap that failed.
Tonight, by Amish's declaration, is the Albia Pirate Party. Booya.
Last night I dreamt that we were all in high school again, and to celebrate the end of school the town held its annual last-student-standing event. All the high school people had to kill each other until there was only one left, and that last would get some great prize. The whole mess was very detailed, involving car theft, shotgun blasts, general running around town. Specifically I remember Andy walking around in a giant piece of armor shaped like a grenade, throwing grenades at people. And Nick tried some complex electric eel trap that failed.
Tonight, by Amish's declaration, is the Albia Pirate Party. Booya.
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