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RANDS!!
So THAT'S the guy! the one who's missing!
There were four of you, there have always been four of you, like a stereotypical british boyband but instead of singing about heartbreak or longing or shagging you sung about dicks and deep space 9 reruns all day long for twenty years, twenty productive, beautiful years.

How do you ever forget that type of thing holy fuck you must have golf ball sized holes in your brain. Years of 12 hour long jerk-a-thons and repeated blunt force trauma to the head are finally catching up to you.

Oh yeah and the laced weed, the giant skeleton might have a point.

You must solve this mystery, what the fuck happened to that guy, and to YOU.

As you stumble outside you spot the pack defusing the situation, but something feels.. off..

Pants must know, after all he gave you the dope, he must be in on it... you just know it... you're feeling watched, stalked, spied on, the bastard...

Or maybe it's just the giant monster behind Pants.

>KEEP CALM and just get out of there, maybe you can keep yourself together long enough to check out and go home.
>PANTS WHAT THE FUCK MAN? What was in that thing???
>ASK THE PAIR ABOUT RANDS
>WARN THE PARTY of the giant fuckoff monster-thing
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