KICK OUT!!


Jim- Caedus Jim -rises to his feet, an oddly unperturbed expression on his face. He opens his mouth- rather, the top and bottom jaws raise slowly, mechanically, like hanger doors.


We hear what sounds like the click of an 80s answering machine activate somewhere within this apparent automaton.


'Sup. To whomever just pinned my wicked awesome Caedus Clone v.1, provided by the lovely sorceress Arcana F-T-R, I offer my humblest and sincerest apologies that I am unable to play at this time. Normally I would take whosoever pins me on an adventure deserving of the title "XTREME" but alas, at this very moment I'm elsewhere. At the time of this recording I'm not sure exactly where I am or what I'm doing but Arcana and I are about to investigate the tear in the space time continuum so it could potentially be anywhere. ...Fuck, I hope I'm not dead. ...Hey if I'm dead, whomever you are, tell Charlie Nickles that I said I'M the one that shot 'im. It was a hoot. And also, TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLO-

::BEEEEEEP::


Thank you for your pin, Caedus Clone v.1 grates out with the monotone of a soulless machine. Please have a pleasant evening.


Caedus Clone v.1 clunkers off down the hall, Jim Jimson looking on.


Weeeeeeeeell, weeeeeell, weeell...


Jimson turns to regard the voice.












































If it isn't JIM JIMSON... GET 'IM LADS!!