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jan please recommend a shitpost

[She sighs, frowning.]

Then I guess that's a question for someone else...

Yeah. Though, uh, I think the house is on fire. So I guess she was running around the fifth floor, maybe?

[... She closes her eyes.]

Why the fuck was she on the fifth floor?

No idea! Maybe to hide?

She was with me last night, though. In the conference room. Running all the way to the fifth floor seems like... a choice.

Well, there's a lot of spacious areas there. Maybe she was hoping to lose 'em.

I guess...? You're really set on this theory, huh.

Listen, I got no idea. How am I supposed to know what was running through her head?

Then can we agree that hopping on the elevator is a choice?

Someone maybe wrote a dying message about bread. There have been a lot of... choices.

Don't talk to me about the croissants.

All right, pretend I said nothing.

I will. Thank you for being so considerate of my bread trauma.

[their bread trauma...]

That's me, Mr. Considerate.

Huh. You know, even for this week, you're acting really calm.

[...

well, he immediately looks like he wants to say something rude now, but he can't.]

[She looks like she wants to laugh in his face but cannot.]

... Well, anyway! Have you heard anything else?

[ :/ ]

Nope. Nothing yet.

[She sighs.]

I guess theorizing can wait until tomorrow, then...