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GUYS
GUYS I AM RUNNING OUT OF CAKE
WHAT DO I DO
THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE
OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD

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[Congratulations, John Egbert, you have successfully confused the fuck out of your best friend.]

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[There is a very, very long pause. There are options going through his mind, and he's also thinking that either this isn't John or somebody slipped him something.]

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[Okay he really sucks at this apparently.]

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[This is strike two. Strike one was the cake.]

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[And then he never does. :D]

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[That's okay, Dave considers the hole important enough to not forget to seal it with an ironically cool poster.]

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[DAMNIT.

Time to drill a new one.

Right now.

Right this instant.

With a power drill.]

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[That is not a pleasant sound.]

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[~Self-fulfilling prophecy~.]

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[There will definitely be a padlock on the closet door when John is gone. Unless he takes the drill with him, that might also be gone.]