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I refuse
This is pointless
How dare he
I will tear

I expect that we have much to discuss Jane. Shall we, go for a drive?

I'm basically Tyler bloody Lockwood.

So this isn't a joke.

Whoever thought anything from the 80s was back in style again, put it away. Neon yellow, green and pink don't look good on anyway.

Seriously.

I deeply dislike this room. Its inefficiant. The television shows only the most pointless drivil and I now suspect Lawrence is undergoing quite the storm.

How do we free ourselves from this room of green.

So. I was thinking, now that we've been here for a little bit now, and we aren't dealing with any more evil vampires running around, we should do something. Just the two of us. Like a date.

I know it's a bit different from how you probably do things on Asgard, but we could do dinner and a movie or something. It could be fun.

I think James is under too much medication.

I've been here long enough that I think I need to start thinking about a job. Any suggestions? I can do just about anything and I'm not picky.

I can't believe I forgot my own birthday yesterday

Binge watching The Daily Show on my day off is actually a great way to spend the day.

Whoever came up with the name "funny bone" was seriously messed up. Like, in the head. There is nothing funny at all about that bone.

Well, this is certainly different.

I can't help but wonder if this is merely the Senior Partners punishing me again.

Okay. I'd think that this was actually really cool, if I didn't end up in some creepy graveyard, and not torn suddenly from my home. Still, alternate realities are pretty fascinating regardless.

I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Jane Foster.

How the heck did I end up in Kansas? I definitely wasn't here when I went to sleep last night!