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Phantom Panzer · **06-25-2017, 12:19 PM**

PP is sat in his white dimension, floating in it, yawning slightly, before looking at the tiny camera

"So, it occurred to me, that while I did say I'd participate in that thar tag tournament going on, I actually don't have a partner."

He begins to turn sideways. Is it by his own means? Is he just turning because that's just how fucked the dimension is and turns gravity and reality on its head? Wait, no, trick questions. It's the latter.

"So, what I propose, is a temporary fun time. Myself and anyone willing enough to work with a fucked up dimension hopping clown!"

He is now upside down, but still looking like he is sitting.

"Well? You get to travel with me as I go place to place, you get to fuck with anything your heart's desire, and fuck anything you fucking wish. Just call me at 1-555-GIT-FUQD.

Totally real number.

Totally.

Anyway. I have other shit to do while I wait for a response. Like dealing with Mezian and McBride.

Ta-ta for now!"

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