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Old August 5th, 2008 (6:41 PM). Edited August 5th, 2008 by Avey.
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    [Outside the sun is heating up and the windows are open wide, a small boy sits perched, typing away at a laptop on his lap while he sits on a small stool. A black-haired boy who is probably the same size as the kid on the laptop walks out from behind a velvet curtain.]

    David: Where am I? What's going on? [The kid feels into his pocket for a Poké Ball, thinking that this might be some sort of surprise training exercise set up by the organisation he is part of.]

    Oni[Looking up from the laptop]: Be quiet. If it wasn't for my charitable nature you'd be written in colours right now.

    David: What? Who are you? [he turns around to see a brown-haired boy fall through the curtain and land beside his feet.

    Jacques[Gets up and brushes the dirt off of his clothes]: Aha! Rain, you're here as well! Excellent, excellent. Do we have the booze?

    David: For what?

    Oni: Hardly. I don't believe in underage drinking.

    Jacques: For what? Ahahaha. David, you're gonna be a comedian when you're older.

    David: No, seriously, what's going on?

    Jacques: You don't know?

    David: No.

    Jacques: Are you sure that you don't know?

    David: Positive.

    Jacques: So you don't know?

    Oni [Frustrated at being torn away from his typing]: He doesn't know!

    Jacques: So you don't know?

    David: No.

    Jacques: We've been invited to the biggest forumwide party of the century!

    David: What?

    Oni [throwing up his arms in an exasperated manner]: Here we go again!
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