{Unified Universe Project}[Accidental Video]

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[Two feet are sticking out underneath a desk. A moment passes, and Matthew walks into the scene.]

Greg.

[There's no response.]

Dumbass.

[There's still no answer, so Matthew kicks the feet. There's a thunking noise and Greg comes out from under the desk, looking annoyed.]

I was busy!

[Matthew shrugs.] I just found half the blankets.

[Greg is glaring at his cousin.] I hit my... what?

In the second warehouse. Twenty five of the blankets are sitting in the back.

[Greg blinks.] Why?

[Matthew shakes his head.] A better question might be who.

Who?

Why are you asking me?

You said... Look. [Greg gets up from the floor, sitting on a chair.] Who all knew we were doing that?

[Matthew holds up three fingers and counts them off.] You, me, botanist. And botanist couldn't carry that many. Besides, she's working on making new ones that change color.

No, she cou-- [Greg looks confused.] Change color?

[Matthew shrugs.] Someone told her they weren't special enough, so now she's got to make them do useless shit. It's a science thing, you wouldn't--

--Understand, right. [Greg sighs.] I didn't take them back. Did you?

[Matthew shakes his head.] No. It was hard enough to get them out there.

Then...

[Matthew fixes him with a steady look.] Then you didn't code it right, and someone else saw what we said that wasn't supposed to. I think you need to look at your security on that thing, [he gestures at the recording PCD], and... oh hell. It's on. It's on.

[Greg bolts across the room and shuts off the video feed.]

Comments

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We really, really, don't need that.

[throws-gun.livejournal.com]

I could do it on the piano too.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

I can do it on a kazoo. Played with my nose.

[throws-gun.livejournal.com]

Whoah, I wanna see.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

You can't... what? There's no way. You can't play a kazoo with your nose. It takes vocal cords.

[throws-gun.livejournal.com]

Maybe he's got big lungs. I say it's scientifically possible.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. He's cranky and being a jerk. He can't.

[Said more quietly:] They're not going to kill us, idiot, and being smart isn't going to get us anywhere.

[throws-gun.livejournal.com]

...Well, I wasn't planning on killing you in the first place.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

Not you. Matthew's just being overdramatic talking about us getting killed. And playing kazoos by noise.

[throws-gun.livejournal.com]

I'm all for people playing kazoos with their nose, very scientific, but I wouldn't kill fellow... smart... people. Unless they sucked. You don't suck. My father-in-law does. Not the point though.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

Did you kill your father-in-law?

[throws-gun.livejournal.com]

What? No.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

You said you killed people who sucked, and he did...

[throws-gun.livejournal.com]

N-No, I was kidding.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

So you're not the dude who will free us of people who suck. That's a shame.

[throws-gun.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm not actually for killing people anyway. Most people.

Beating the holy hell out of them works though.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

Beating, I'll go for.

[throws-gun.livejournal.com]

Whoah, I wanna see.