The One Where Of All The Things I've Lost... [video]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[They're in their room. One of them is drumming their fingers on their own knee. They stare into the communicator.]

...Okay, we don't get it.

[Scrad says.

They appear entirely sane. Because clearly they don't have a mind between them to lose.]

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[twoheadsofcabbage]

A...what?

[Scrad asks.]

[can_has_vodka]

Well, you get a great lot of computers all hooked up together, and then you get snacks and drinks and such--lots of caffeine--and you invite people. Then you all play a computer game like Call of Duty together.

Oo, the snapdragons like bacon! But what are those two idiots doing fighting a giant dodo?

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Charlie whines.]

This...this is hurting a little bit...

[can_has_vodka]

Oh, my poor boys. It's all the timey-wimey stuff, isn't it? I'm sorry. Most people see time in just the one direction and it can be such trouble for them to sort out any others. That's all right. Never you mind.

Just watch out for the witches.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Scrad gulps.]

What witches?

[Charlie hopefully quips:]

Sandwiches?

[can_has_vodka]

Oh, no, the sandwiches are capital. Turkey and bacon with avocado and those dark red tomato slices.

The witches are brunettes, both of them.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

I don't think we know anybody like that.

[Scrad says.]

[can_has_vodka]

Well, if you see any dark-haired women who look completely crazy and are wrecking things around them, don't go near them, right?

So sad that such a pretty place can have such consequences.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Wait, any dark-haired women who look crazy?

[Scrad asks.]

That's, like, all women.

[Charlie incorrectly declares.]

[can_has_vodka]

Sounds like you've been around the wrong sort of women a lot.

[A dragonfly flutters past spouting flames and she squees and starts chasing after it.]