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Cynful: John?

Heeeeere'sJohnny has joined the chat.

Heeeeere'sJohnny: I'm almost home, Cyn, what do you need?

Cynful: It's just that -- wait, are you driving? Wait until you get home, that's dangerous.

Heeeeere'sJohnny is typing...

Heeeeere'sJohnny: I'm at a light now. What's wrong?

Cynful: ...can you explain to me why the word beware is written on our front door in something that looks suspiciously like blood?

Heeeeere'sJohnny: What?

Cynful: Yeah -- wait a minute, it doesn't smell like blood.

Heeeeere'sJohnny: ...how do you know what blood smells like? I'm a bit scared.

Cynful: ...I'm a girl, John. It's -- oh, God, it's cranberry sauce.

Heeeeere'sJohnny: Cranberry sauce?

Heeeeere'sJohnny: Oh.

Cynful: ...what did you do now?

Heeeeere'sJohnny: Let Jules enjoy those cookies.

Heeeeere'sJohnny: They very well may be his last.

Cynful: What do you mean by that?!

Cynful: John?!

Heeeeere'sJohnny has left the chat.

Cynful: JOHN!

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Honestly, I have no idea what's happening anymore.