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[ Britta's face is obscenely close to the screen, and something about her face looks more angular than normal. She pulls herself back, then quickly dips to grab something and hold it tighter to her chest. Her shoulders are bare, as is... the rest of her. She's concocted a dress made out of Kleenex, but she seems to be struggling with it. ]

WHAT THE EFF?

Who did this! THIS ISN'T FUNNY!

I'm pretty sure these wings are real, okay? Whoever did this? Not cool, dude. Not cool!

And whatever you did with Annie? You'd better undo it right now.

Annie? If you're out there? Come home, okay? I need you.

[ And not just to help Britta find clothes that fit. Britta needs to know her little sister is okay. ]
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I see a lot of you kind people have been signing up for extracurriculars. Scouting, hunting, washing the dishes, all that sort of thing. Buuuuuut, I couldn't help noticing a bit of a gap in these activities, which I brought to the attention of our fearless leader and got his permission to fill! Sort of. Our little town is so lucky to have such a devoted mayor. Three cheers for ol' what's-his-face, et cetera.

[It's almost all true. The permission bit isn't, predictably, but the guy hadn't forbidden it. Not in as many words, at least... and not that that would stop Gabriel.]

So, uh, anyone willing to make the ultimate sacrifice and join me in testing the safety of the chocolate, alcohol and bedsprings, possibly all at the same time... sign up here. I know, I know -- I'm not saying it'll be easy. Hells, I'm not even saying any of us'll make it out alive. But those of you prepared to give your all in the service of your gilded cage and your fellow vacationers, you'll be doing the right thing. You'll be remembered as heroes.

[Needless to say, he's bored. Somebody entertain him before he takes up serial murder again...]
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[ The feed comes to life revealing a startling amount of forehead topped with a carefully styled bedhead. Entranced yet? Wait till you see the face that comes with it. ]

Oh, now it's working. [ The video stops shaking and quaking to focus on the face, which appears very disgruntled as it peers at the device. ] So, who am I blaming first for this situation that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever? I'll go ahead and say Abed, because Troy? Yeah, Troy gets it. [ What 'it' is, we may never know. ]

So I'm going to count to three, and one of you better jump out with the key to end this whole shtick. [ He makes another face, this one more out of distaste. ] But while we're focusing on certain things, you could have at least chosen something out of your cereal box that was a little less tacky to put around my wrist.

[ He's not actually counting to three, because one: he's not their father, and two: erm, lame. ]
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-- is this supposed to be?!

[ A pair of glasses and a bewildered expression bump into view for a second before the image is replaced once again with the dark ceiling of an attic. The floor creaks as he moves across it very slowly. ]

I thought he'd kill us, not... fucking... If this is some kind of v-hab I'm gonna lose my sh--OW!!!

[ The image jerks, and there's a sound almost like sizzling as Conrad jumps back and nearly falls on his ass in the process. There's a very pained 'mmmmfffffrrrrrrggghhhh' noise and some cursing through gritted teeth for a moment. ]

Son of a bitch! Ngh -- A - oh, fuck this - A-Adelaide? Anyone?
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[The video swings wildly up and down. Have some sky. Now some ballet flats. A flash of plaid and then sky again.]

Guys?

[The video stills as Annie peers at the device on her wrist.]

Is this an Inspector Space Time thing? Remember what I said about warning me when we were pretending outside of the Dreamatorium? I need advance notice. I have a test, I can't... [She rolls her eyes, realizing that if they've gone to this much trouble, it's inescapable.]

[She sighs, pursing her lips before taking a deep breath and talking animatedly, her eyes wide.]

Oi, Goven'r, this is Constable Geneva on Cape Kore requiring immediate extraction. Blimey, there are blorgons everywhere! [She glances around, her face falling momentarily.] And a test worth 25% of my grade on the morn! Hurry, Inspector! Constable Reggie!

[She pauses, furrowing her brow.] Anyone?
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[The feed kicks in with Britta staring, her head bobbing up and down as if she's confused by the device on her wrist.] I know retro is in, but- [Wait. Is it on?] Oh! It's on!

Hey, Troy and Abed. This? Not funny. Which way is Greendale?

... How'd you get the money to do all this, anyway?

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