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[theotherright]

Cabin 127. No calls, we text like men on our disney cruise phones.

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[inhairently]

[ well shit (or pile of faeces, one might say). thanks a lot, arthur. ]

Ignore that, it was an accident, [ he calls out from his own chair. ]

[theotherright]

How do you type all that by accident?

[ He is CALLING your BLUFF, STEVE. ]

[inhairently]

With my fingers, duh.

[ DUH. ]