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[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.]
...Okay, we don't get it.
[Scrad says.
They appear entirely sane. Because clearly they don't have a mind between them to lose.]
