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Some assorted clacking, shuffling, and one bang.

Constantine, lay off the gin, he says. It'll get you in trouble, he says. You just got out of trouble...

There's a muffled mimic from John, something about trouble and deals in an affected tone.

Well, I bet he's having a laugh now.

Oh, it's a damn riot, you bastard.

Didn't see this one coming. ...never here the end of it.

A long pause.

Fuck's sake. It had to be electronic. Never trust--

The recording abruptly ends.

Someone wanna explain to me why my clothes have been replaced with cowboy duds? Dean, this better not be you trying to be funny, you know I hate all that wild west crap.

Oh my god. Oh my god. What the hell just happened? Where am I? What's going on? Is it back? Or is it something else? Have I been kidnapped? Dad? Scott? Malia? Lydia? Someone? Anyone? Hello? I can't breathe. Oh my god. My head is going to explode. i think I'm going to be sick. Oh my god. Oh my god...

Okay. Okay. I'm okay. I can do this. Oh my god. Oh my god.

Okay, now with 75% less panic...What the hell? Where am I?

And the fog is back again. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Also, has anyone else noticed the freaky looking statues?

It is too quiet around here...

So...anyone get to check out the alien egg nog?

Did anyone look outside? Seriously, what the fuck?