Sirens Blair.

The Guggenheim is in chaos and our party is split up.

Frizo, you are currently completely invisible and you are standing in the middle of a panicked

stampeding crowd, which is not a good place to be that thing, but really this is entirely

your own fault.

Bobson Dugnut.

Hello!

You are nearby in a crumbly suit jacket with your pants stuffed full of hors d'oeuvres

waiting your way to an exit already being filled with dangerous-looking riot police.

Baston, you are waiting at the glam clam, a dive bar on the lower east side.

The agreed rendezvous point, you were meant to go on this mission at the Guggenheim,

but you got lost on the way, presumably.

You spent the day getting, going to the M&M store, I guess.

Yes, Baston has discovered the joys of how they call it in the future, chewing gum.

Is that future speak for heroin?

It's actually, he's like,

you just keep eating this food

and it never disappears.

So has he just been going

from like bodega to bodega?

His cheeks are swollen.

I will defeat you, food. Bobby, the light of the full moon shines brightly and under the wailing sirens,

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