'Nother 'Verse Network

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Heavy.

Uh, so uh... I just had the weirdest dream, where I was flying my car... and it crashed into this blue box, and I passed out, now I'm in a tropical bedroom talking through this thing?

... Right, so I'm not dreaming. ... So I hit a blue box.

If this Copperton fella is as friendly as he claims to be, why isn't here getting me shitfaced, hm? In fact, why hasn't anyone directed me to where the alcohol is kept? If I'm not told soon I'm just going to have to start breaking into locked things until I find it.

This is a serious waste of my time.