( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

If all the weird stuff's over, I'll come out now.

White's here. I saw him. I don't know if he's alone but...

I'm so screwed without

Shit. This really isn't what I needed.

HOLY CRAP! I'M RICH, PEOPLE!!!

Seriously. Rich. Really rich. Really, really rich. As in, I didn't know that many zeroes could exist in a money capacity rich! Except, I did know. Sort of. BUT NOT THE POINT.

THE POINT IS, I'M RICH!

And now, if anyone needs me, I'll be spending quality time with my money. Because it's mine. Allllll mine.

Since there's no Max here to boss me around and help save everyone, I've shockingly got nothing to do.

That shut-in thing doesn't sit well with me. I gotta get out. Might have to go bar scouting, but in the meantime, what's for fun around here?

I feel inclined to say I didn't do it.

So, look, I'm due to run a trip in an hour and if I'm not back, Max will skin me alive. Or try to anyways. Joke's over now mystery jokester. Or White or whoever else would get a kick out of confusing me