NARRATOR: Previously on Warehouse 13:
- Want juice or milk? - Know what I'd really like?
Oh, I do indeed but falling off the wagon may not be the best option.
I haven't seen you around before. You new?
- Uh, eight years, actually. - ARTIE: Just a-- Just a minute.
- What is this? - Sometime he forgets...
- ...we answer to a higher authority. - What higher authority?
The Regents?
These are the Regents? This waitress is a Regent?
Who would you have control the Warehouse?
Kings? Popes?
Politicians? Heh. There'd be nothing left of it.
ARTIE: Mr. Valda, you tell me right to my face.
Either fire me, or kill me, or let me do my job.
[♪♪♪]
MYKA: A missing walking stick.
A stick that causes earthquakes. Really?
- Say it. - It doesn't mean that this is it.
Ah! It kills you that I figured out one first.
- Because the robbery's involved-- - Earthquakes.
What some people reported as earthquakes.
There happens to be a piece missing...
...from a nearby exhibit about an earthquake.
The largest one ever felt in England.
A country not known for its earthquakes, by the way.
It doesn't mean that this is the artefact.
[BRITISH ACCENT] Chin up, Watson, old bean.
We can't all be as brilliant as Sherlock Lattimer.
[CLEARS THROAT]
- Hey, Pete? - PETE [IN NORMAL VOICE]: Yes?
The case is intact and the lock's not picked.
So what, inside job?
- Peruse their payroll? - After you.
Ooh!
- Victory lap. - Will you get over yourself?
[OLD MAN VOICE] What's that, you say?
Grow up.
Ha, ha. Ooh, ooh!
[IMITATING MORRIS CODE]
[IMITATING OLD-TIME ANNOUNCER] News flash, stop.
Bering to admit she was wrong, stop.
- Pigs stand by for maiden flight. - Stop.
You do see the "do not touch" signs everywhere?
[IN NORMAL VOICE] New favourite job perk.
Officially allowed to ignore velvet ropes.
On this side, on this side, on this side....
[DOOR OPENS AND FOOTSTEPS]
[BOTH WHISPERING] Hey, Pete. The sign for the stick was still there.
- Okay. - Well, the museum...
...hasn't reported a theft. They haven't noticed it's gone.
- He puts it back. - When he's not using it.
[RUMBLING]
[BOTH YELLING]
Myka, look out.
- You okay? - Yeah.
Okay.
- That way? - I'm on it.
[ALARM BLARING AND BELL RINGING]
Secret Service. One of your guards is getting away with a stolen--
- You. Hold it. - I don't have time for this.
- Mrs. Frederic. - No time to explain.
This is of the utmost secrecy.
You cannot tell Arthur or even agent Bering.
- Okay. - I want you to throw this mission...
...and let the artefact get away.
[FOOTSTEPS RUNNING]
Hey, hey, hey!
Mrs. Frederic, what is going on?
That's an order, Mr. Lattimer. I'll contact you later.
Go!
Pete? Pete, where's the guy?
I don't know. I lost him.
I thought he was out here, but he's gone.
I guess you can spare some time for us now.
[♪♪♪]
- Yeah, they're Secret Service. - We're not gonna press charges.
I thought fishing you out of custody would be like old times, Lattimer.
But you and your friend are both fully clothed.
- Did they catch you too early or too late? - Well, I've matured since then.
I get arrested in my pants all the time now.
- I'm guessing you two have, uh, met. - Kate Logan, Chicago field office.
The cops called us to check out your story.
You heard my name and wanted to see me.
I could just vouch for you. We could leave him at the Early Man exhibit.
- Awesome. I like her. - That's a good one.
I didn't know you transferred to Chicago.
I didn't know you transferred to super-secret South Dakota.
Is that a promotion or a punishment?
Well, it depends on the day. So far, today is good.
Anyway, I gotta get back to my case.
Ah, yes. Stolen walking stick. DEFCON 4.
Well, it's part of my new look.
You know, top hat, monocle. Big stick.
Mr. Peanut. Very sexy.
So you showing up here means I should call you, right?
Call, don't call. Same as always.
[SCOFFS]
[♪♪♪]
- Play date over? - Not if I can help it.
Thief's name is Lenny Malone.
He has a sheet, two petty thefts, one assault, and now he's in the wind.
- We were in D.C. together, we used to-- - It's clear what you used to.
I'm more interested in what happened here last night.
[CHUCKLES]
Nothing. I just lost him.
[FARNSWORTH BUZZING]
Out of the clutches of the police department?
- Yes, thanks to Pete's old girlfriend. - Yeah, I probably don't wanna know...
...what that means, but consider that the frying pan.
Get back here and brace yourselves for the fire.
- Hey. - So what's this about a fire?
Agents Bering and Lattimer. Back from losing another artefact?
Once again involving local police...
...and unauthorised members of the Secret Service.
We didn't lose an artefact. I don't know who you are.
Guys...
[SIGHS]
...this is Benedict Valda.
- He's one of the Regents. - Our Regents? The Regents?
No. The South Dakota College Board of Regents. Yes, the Regents.
That's unusual, right? An in-person visit from a Regent?
Was unusual for the first 30 years I worked here.
But lately I guess we just can't be trusted to do our jobs.
Mr. Valda could have done this by courier.
Not brought my agents back from the field.
That's quite enough, Agent Nielsen.
I brought these agents back due to their repeated inability...
...to protect this organisation from unwanted scrutiny.
The Regents have decided to become more hands-on.
Moving forward, you can expect me to be--
All up in our dust traps?
You, in particular, Miss Donovan, should consider yourself on notice.
Your inclusion in this group is a matter of lively debate.
Don't waste time on me, I'm just tech support.
- Claudia. - Yes, you are.
Uh-uh!
I got this.
BENEDICT: Remember what I said.
- I can input that. - I'll handle it.
I want you two back in Illinois, find that stick.
BOTH: Artie.
What's going on? Why can't I see that?
Is there something about me on there?
I cannot believe a Regent was just here and he's pissed at us.
This is probably your fault.
I never thought I'd be in a rush to get back to Lakefield, Illinois.
- Pete, you coming? - Ahem. Yeah. I got a thing first.
- I'm allowed to have a thing. - Okay.
Strange time to have a thing.
Whatever.
What's with all the cloak-and-dagger? Keeping secrets from my team...
- ...isn't my thing. - Get in.
Some of the Regents are concerned about a pattern.
- Artefacts being used for criminal gain. - Like Malone and the walking stick.
- But that's not so unusual. - It is if it's someone on the inside.
We have every reason to believe that there's a breach...
...possibly at a high level. We need your help in finding out who.
So if the Regents asked me to throw the case...
...why was Valda tearing me a new one?
That visit was arranged some time ago.
Any changes might have alerted our culprit.
PETE: Whoa, whoa.
Okay, wait.
You can't be thinking that the breach is Artie or Myka?
Have we forgotten recent events?
Could you doubt that anyone could be compromised?
Okay, so then why trust me?
Because keeping secrets from your team really isn't your thing...
...which makes you the least likely suspect.
Have I chosen poorly?
- No, ma'am. - If our hunch is correct...
...Malone's supplier will try to approach him for his cut of the take.
Go to work as usual, but keep your eye on Malone.
If you need to contact me, you break a window at the end.
This is strictly between you and me, understood?
Good.
Hey, uh....
So are we, like, friends now?
Right, see you.
CLAUDIA: What are you hiding from me, Artie?
[COMPUTER KEYS CLATTERING]
Schmancy new security measures. I am impressed.
Did we remember all temp copies, mirror drives, and image backups?
Silly rabbit.
Too easy.
"Donovan Contingencies"? I'm the star of a Ludlum novel.
It's encrypted. That's so cute.
Chop, chop, chop....
So you think the cops tossed it?
No, this looks like Malone grabbed some clothes and ran.
[CLICKING LIGHTSWITCH]
Power's off.
[CONTINUES CLICKING LIGHTSWITCH]
Uh, huh....
Are you trying to, you know, pump the electricity up to the light or...?
No.
[♪♪♪]
[PETE YELLS]
Ha-ha!
- Jeez. God, Myka. - Well, is there something down there?
No, it's nothing.
I'm gonna go check his trash, you keep poking around here.
- All right? - Yeah, okay.
Valda.
MYKA: Pete? Pete, where are you?
Someone there?
- Pete? - I got it.
I got Malone, come on.
Wait a minute, wait....
Wait a minute, I Tesla'd the guy.
He was out cold.
- Well, was he meeting someone? - Yeah. He was--
I mean, no.
I didn't see anybody else.
You sure he was Valda?
- A thousand percent. - Did he see you?
No, but now we know it's not Artie or Myka...
- ...so let's bring them in on this. - Listen carefully.
The Regents have kill authority on anyone...
...deemed a threat to the Warehouse.
Telling the others will only put them in harm's way.
Let's bring this guy down now.
Leaping too quickly with someone like Valda...
...will put a bullet in your head. What we need is evidence.
Malone and the walking stick.
And I need for you to find him first before the police or Agent Bering.
I'll contact those Regents I know I can trust.
- Patience, Mr. Lattimer. - Well, I'm not too good with patience.
Challenge yourself.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Where have you been? - I had a car thing.
Wow! You've been busy.
This is everything from Malone's apartments.
You know, something doesn't add up, okay?
I'm him, right?
I have the walking stick. Why do I go back to the apartment?
Did I stash something else that I need?
[PETE CHUCKLES]
- Is that the walking stick? - No, Pete, this is a snack.
- Myka? - Yeah.
Did you check the last number dialled?
No, I didn't. That's a good idea. The phone jack's over there.
[PHONE DIALLING AND RINGING]
MAN [OVER PHONE]: Pines Place Motel.
If he wasn't meeting anyone else in the apartment...
- ...then why was he there? - You got me.
- Is there anything? - Nope.
- Last number dialled was takeout. - Huh.
I'm going to go check his trash. You keep poking around here.
Listen, I got a thing first. I'm allowed to have a thing.
I lost him.
Wanna talk about this?
- This is why I said leave it alone. - Then maybe you shouldn't have...
...put it on the computer.
That's like me leaving a cake out with a note on it that says, "Not for Artie."
That was one time. Don't you have a boyfriend...
- ...that you could be irritating? - He dumped me.
I didn't know. You want me to call him?
Artie. This is a list of ways to kill me.
They're not all killing you.
There's other options here.
- "Erase her memory." - That's comparatively humane.
"Drop her in a non-English speaking country."
They know you're gonna find your way back.
That doesn't make me feel any better.
Don't you think that there's a file on all of us?
Don't you know there's one with my name on it?
- And are you okay with that? - Claudia...
...you are a valued member of this team and no one's gonna erase your memory...
...or dispose of your body in a vat of acid.
- Is that on here too? Oh, my God. - Is that--
Number 43 on the back.
Artie?
I think Pete's drinking again.
What? No.
[SCOFFS]
What? No, no, no. What?
We're just asking because we're worried about you.
Yeah, bro, we're your friends.
Tell me this is some kind of a-- A weird, uncomfortable surprise party.
You've been acting strange this whole case.
You've been lying, making up excuses to be alone.
- Look, your hands are shaking. - For crying out loud. You--
You--
[EXHALES]
I'm sorry.
Yeah, this is sweet, really, but you're wrong. Okay?
You're wrong.
In 8 years, I haven't even had a virgin daiquiri.
Then what?
I'm not drinking.
[TAPPING]
[PHONE RINGING]
That was quick.
BENEDICT: Secrets are a naughty thing, Peter.
- You listen up, Valda. - Look behind the tree in front of you.
- Valda. - You two have been busy little bees.
She'll never see your signal.
- Where is she? - She's alive.
I have a man watching her through the scope of a rifle.
I need you to tie up one loose end for me.
Oh, yeah? And what's that?
Mr. Malone, where is he?
No, no. First, you call your man off Mrs. Frederic.
I'm afraid not. When I call you again, be ready to deliver Malone.
How do I know you won't kill her?
You're in no position to quibble, Peter.
I could kill your whole team.
No. Hey. The others don't know anything.
- You leave them out of this. - That's entirely up to you.
- Are we clear? - Here's what's clear, pal.
You tell me I have something you want and then you threaten my friends.
So you are going down. Game on.
Game on!
♪ Bought a hot shot gat From a north end guinea ♪
♪ Now answer the lies, it's time to get up What do you know? ♪
♪ Ante up with your ass 'Cause you ain't got a penny ♪
♪ Ain't got a penny What do you know? ♪
♪ Droppin' bombs from above Cut you all down to size ♪
♪ Now answer the lies, it's time to get up What do you know? ♪
♪ 'Cause they're hip to the bull And they're hip to the lies ♪
♪ And they're hip to the lies ♪
- He's not at the B and B. - His cell goes straight to voicemail.
- ARTIE: He's taking himself off the grid. - He left this.
♪ Bought a hot shot gat From a north end guinea ♪
♪ Now answer the lies, it's time to get up What do you know? ♪
♪ Ante up with your ass 'Cause you ain't got a penny ♪
♪ Ain't got a penny What do you know? ♪
♪ 'Cause they're hip to the bull And they're hip to the lies ♪♪
[♪♪♪]
PETE: Agent Kate Logan.
Pete Lattimer. Damn it.
Okay, tell her I need an address for a Benedict Valda.
V-A-L-D-A. Thanks.
Lakefield.
Pines Place Motel.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Hey, buddy boy. You remember me?
I'm the guy from the museum you tried to kill with the battle axe.
Now how do I find Benedict Valda?
- Who? - Valda.
[YELLS]
The guy you met in the alley.
Or should I hand you over to him like he wants?
I don't know any Valda.
Okay, look, I took the stick from the exhibit, I admit it.
PETE: You're working together.
- I saw you paying him off. - You're crazy, man.
- Oh, okay. - Where is it?
It's under the bed. Under the bed.
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
Hey! Hey!
[BOY TAPPING STICK]
Hey, handsome. What can I get you?
- You feeling all right? - Yeah, just a long night, that's all.
Thank God. Hey. Coffee?
- Maybe you should stick with decaf. - That's a good idea. Two, please.
- Coming up. - Okay, first...
...that message was the least romantic booty call ever.
- And what is with this Valda character? - Why? Why, did something happen?
The guy doesn't exist on paper.
But ever since I poked, my place was trashed...
...my phone's been bugged, and someone's been tailing me.
- When I find that SOB, I am gonna-- - Don't worry, I'm a big girl.
But someone's definitely sending a message.
Either that or you've gone way too far making up an excuse to see me.
Heh, no. It isn't me.
You're still hot, but not trash-your-place-just-to-get-a-date hot.
- It's happened. - I'm sure.
Okay, then. I think it's time you let me in.
- What's the division you're working for? - Well, let's just say I'm in containment...
- ...of threats. - To the president?
To the planet.
Okay, okay, I know, I know. I know it sounds like...
...I'm wearing a tinfoil hat to keep the aliens from stealing my thoughts...
...but Kate, I'm serious. I just-- I can't tell you what I do.
Thanks.
So, Valda.
- How does he fit in? - He's way up the food chain.
And bad, like Keyser Söze bad. I don't think this is decaf.
Okay. How are you supposed to find him?
When he came to visit us...
...he had a driver and a limo, so they had to get gas, right?
Maybe he used a credit card or, you know, got themselves on camera.
You're gonna check every gas station, restaurant...
...and rest stop for a hundred miles around.
Where I work, there's only like six.
Still a lot of legwork.
Look, if your partner and everyone you worked with...
...had their lives threatened, wouldn't you do it?
Yeah.
Thanks for dragging me into your fun world.
I thought you were happy to see me.
Mm, I kind of liked you better when you were helpless...
...pants-less Pete.
Well, the pants are imminently removable.
[BOTH PANTING]
What?
I honestly had no idea this was where my day was headed.
Everyone's hands where I can see them.
Logan, get out of here.
Myka, what the hell are you doing?
What am I doing? You've gone AWOL. You've stolen an artefact.
You won't tell anyone what's going on. What am I supposed to think?
- Mrs. Frederic can explain it. - Mrs. Frederic is missing.
Valda is calling the shots and he thinks you had something to do with it.
Myka, Valda is the guy I'm after. If Mrs. Frederic is missing...
- ...then he either has her or she is dead. - Look, all I know is I have my orders.
Don't make me do this the hard way, Pete.
[CLEARS THROAT]
[RUMBLING AND MYKA YELLS]
- Come on. - Pete, do not get in that car.
Pete, please. Hands on the wheel.
Myka, Myka, Myka. Put the gun away and we'll talk, okay?
You have no idea what Valda's capable of.
Come with me and we'll sort this out, okay?
Lattimer, get in the car.
Look, look, please. I'm just trying to keep you alive, okay?
- MAN: Take the shot, take the shot. - No!
[CAR HORN BLOWING]
Oh, my God, Kate.
Pete!
Wait, excuse me, ma'am. Ma'am, you can't--
- It's all right. - Kate, Pete's in trouble.
Pete's stuck in some sort of paranoid delusion. The way that he ran, the note.
He thinks that someone is out to get him. We don't have any of the details yet...
...but we think that he was affected by, um, something during a mission.
Right, your secret missions. Why come to me?
Well, one, he called you so whatever's going on in his head...
...you must be a part of it and...
...two, well...
...he's back on your turf.
We pulled this off a Chicago city surveillance cam.
- Yeah. - What is he doing?
I think he thinks that he's kissing you.
Uh-huh.
- But it could be you, though. - Heh.
It's highly doubtful. My money's on you.
- He left you a message? - Yeah, it was weird.
Here.
So why is he fixated on Valda?
His mind is scrambling together details from his life.
The way you do when you're dreaming.
He's constructing some fantasy. Valda, Malone, the walking stick.
Could this walking stick have caused it?
Didn't affect Malone. No, I think whatever this is, it started in that museum--
Did Pete touch anything while you were there?
Artie, it's Pete. It would be easier to list the things he didn't touch.
Okay, show me.
Okay, he played with, um, some of these billiard balls.
Okay, what else, what else?
Then he played with these glasses and this pipe.
Why did you let him touch all those things?
Well, what am I, his kindergarten teacher?
Plus, we didn't know there'd be two artefacts in the same place.
Myka, it's a museum.
It is filled with things from historical events.
Anything there could be an artefact.
You cannot let him touch anything.
Artie, it's Pete, okay? It's a win when he doesn't lick anything.
Yes, okay, what else?
All right, he put this thing in his ear.
That's a good way to get an infection If you ask me.
Then he, he clicked this telegraph.
Then-- Oh, right, then he--
- Wait, wait, wait. - What?
Go back, go back, go back. Show me the telegraph.
Here you go. It's military, 1860s.
Telegraph Island, Oman.
Telegraph Island? Wait, wait. Wait a minute.
That's familiar, hang on.
Myka, wait, wait one second. All right, Telegraph Island.
"A remote outpost between England and India in the mid-1800s.
Reported that every...."
"Every soldier posted there went violently insane."
Well, that-- It sounds artefact-y, right?
You think?
And-- No, wait.
It hasn't affected anyone since.
- Well, is this it or not? - Only one way to find out.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Pete, it's Myka. Just tell me that you can hear me.
Yeah, yeah. I can hear you.
I just don't know what to say to you.
I keep telling myself it wasn't our fault.
I couldn't say anything to you because I was trying to protect you.
- I'm here, Pete. I'm safe. - Got Katie killed.
What? No, no, Pete. Kate's alive. Okay? I just left her.
Pete, you've been affected by an artefact. A telegraph.
I think you're hallucinating.
Valda's filled your head with lies. But I'm about to fix all that.
So you and Leena and Artie, Claudia...
...you guys will all be safe.
Pete, no, okay? Don't do whatever it is...
...you're about to do. Okay?
You might feel something strange.
[STATIC OVER LINE]
- Anything? - BENEDICT: I've been listening, Peter.
- PETE: Valda? - Did you hear what I just said?
PETE: Where's Myka?
BENEDICT: Now you've compromised the others.
Do you realise what I'll have to do?
PETE: Valda, I'll trade you Malone for Mrs. Frederic.
I don't know how to reach you.
PETE: You meet me at the Kemper recycling yard.
[♪♪♪]
Hey, boss.
There's no effect. He's still inside of whatever's going on.
At least now we know where he's going.
I think I have just the thing to restore Pete's neural rhythm.
Agent Lattimer. I understand you wanna speak with me.
- What in God's name? - Shut up.
I've heard enough of your voice to last a lifetime.
I don't know what this is all about, Agent Lattimer.
But you have my attention. All right?
You recognise this?
It appears to be the artefact you were after, walking stick.
[IMITATES BENEDICT] "It appears to be the artefact you're after."
[IN NORMAL VOICE] Shut up!
We're all alone out here, Valda. Quit playing the game.
I got the stick, I got Malone and I got you.
- What did you do with Mrs. Frederic? - Mrs. Frederic?
Look, I want to help you but none of this could be possible--
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Myka tried that line on me.
She was a good little soldier.
She fed me your garbage about a telegraph that's making me see things.
Telegraph.
- Time is running out, Benedict. - This telegraph.
What do you remember? Is there anything unusual about it?
Think.
[♪♪♪]
- Will you stop trying to confuse me? - I'm not confusing you. You see clearly.
- Try to remember. - I said shut up!
[CAR HORN HONKING]
- Pete? - Agent Bering.
- Be careful. - Myka?
Look, this is gonna sound kind of freaky...
...but are you guys really here?
Because Valda's been messing with my head...
- ...and I don't know what's real anymore. - Yeah, we're really here, okay?
Pete. And we're gonna help you get out of this.
- Oh, they're here, Peter. - Almost ready.
You really think I'd come here without backup?
Myka, you and Artie gotta get out of here.
He's got-- He's got snipers all over the place.
Die!
[RUMBLING]
- Where is Mrs. Frederic? - Artie.
- Agent Nielsen! - I am aware of the urgency!
I've got something that will reset his neural rhythm.
The original studio master of "Oye Como Va."
[SANTANA'S "OYE COMO VA" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
Music to die by, eh, Peter?
You stop it. You stop! Stop!
[YELLS]
Okay, listen to me. I really need you to not do that again, okay?
The irony is Myka's gonna kill you for me.
She has to protect the Regent...
...and then I'll kill them before your body's even cold.
This music is just not getting through. He's still listening to that telegraph.
Myka, he wants to kill us all.
You and Artie, just get out of here.
- Agent Nielsen. - Yeah, I'm working on it.
Back off. You hear me? You back off or I'll kill him.
I've gotta find something that could....
- I've got it. - Okay, Pete, I'm gonna come over there...
...and you're gonna give me the gun, okay?
Here it comes, Peter.
[PETE YELLING]
[MYKA GRUNTS]
[♪♪♪]
Pete?
Pete.
ARTIE: I hope the aural and visual combination...
...shocked him back to reality and didn't turn him into a....
Ow!
My eyes are already open, Artie. Jeez.
Hey. Are you okay?
- I have no freaking idea. - Well improvised, Agent Nielsen.
There is a madness to the method.
- BENEDICT: Agent Nielsen. - Yes?
Oh.
Yeah, of course.
- What happened? - It's a long story.
[♪♪♪]
Oh, God.
You here to kill me?
If I was you'd already be dead and I'd be halfway to dinner.
Yeah, you know, it's just because I shot at a Regent.
Mr. Valda, though unhappy, understands the circumstances.
Yeah, well, I'm not sure I understand the circumstances.
The telegraph seems to have tapped into some subliminal anxiety.
Not surprising, given what you've all been through of late.
Yeah.
Sorry.
I just wanted to make sure you were real.
- Take some time off, Agent Lattimer. - Yes, ma'am.
I'm just gonna finish up these reports...
...and you know what's funny? We--
How does she do that?
ARTIE: I'll be at the Warehouse.
Artie, I understand the need for that contingency file so...
...if you ever have to take me out....
[♪♪♪]
- This is how you wanna die? - Yeah.
Well, I do know how to reach David Bowie.
Yes. You rock.
Pete, there's an envelope on the table for you from Kate Logan.
Ooh!
- Are you gonna call her? - No, I don't think so.
Well, why not? I mean, you must have some feelings for her.
She was, after all, in your fantasy.
- Well, thank you, Dr. Freud. - Open it. Open it.
[INHALES AND MYKA LAUGHS]
- "Hope you're better. Myka forgot this." - What?
"Thought you'd want it."
- Oh, God. - What?
Just don't play that.
I mean, you're not interested in her anyway. Right? So you can't....
- Pete. Just-- Can we-- - What? What? I'm not unless she is.
Oh, God. You're gonna be embarrassed.
Pete, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry. I'm so....
Hey, hey, hey. Even by myself, I still got moves.
Aha, aha....
Yes, yes, yes.
You know, they called me Gene Simmons in high school.
[BOTH GIGGLING]
You're insane.
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