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Where am I? This isn't the community centre. Where's the community centre?

Alisha— where's Alisha?

BARRY

Barry? Squeak up now, c'mon

I can't believe you're here, man! Oh CHRIST have I got loads to tell you

First and foremost, what's with the stringy split personality fuck? I know you missed me but come on, man. Try harder next time, he hardly compares.

I don't suppose you remember anything? Nah of course you wouldn't, they never do. Murderous robot? Why am I asking. Doesn't matter, it's all sorted now.

Oh and Alisha's not here. No one's been here except you and the aforementioned stringy twat so FUCK YOU ALL VERY MUCH

SERIOUSLY you abandoned me! What the FUCK! D'YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I'VE DIED

But who cares! You're here now and there's loads of horny, barely legal girls ready for a spin with the invisible paedophile.

OI ANSWER ME

You can't have already started spying on ladies in the toilets. For fuck's sake, there's more pressing matters at hand!

Unless you're a ghost

No, fuck, that's stupid. Ghosts can't type. Ignore that. How do I delete that? Shit.

She's gone, Nathan. Alisha. She's dead.

REALLY? THAT'S the first thing you tell me? FUCK, man. Learn how to make an entrance.

Also I knew that, don't ask how I know but I knew that, it's complicated and seven different sorts of fucked up but