So, I come back from the funeral of Gentlemens, and I’m feeling a bit shook up, so I go into my lab thinking I can find some solace there, and, like, what the ****, man, someone’s been in there. Again.

Apparently, I left the door open or something BECAUSE I WAS A LITTLE UPSET ABOUT GENTLEMEN, and everyone just thinks “Hey, amaranthus’ lab is open, let’s go check it out!” And there’s like, ****ing BINARY code all over the chalkboard, and a note from the kid, and some kind of ****ing tabloid.

Check it out:

My blackboard

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The note

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And, I mean, seriously, what the ****? She’s just a kid, and she’s risking her life, and none of you stupid ****s tried to stop her?. I mean, I know she’s a nuisance but she’s kind of our responsibility when she’s in our… um… care, don’t you think? (But, of course, none of you think, now do you.)

And, finally, here’s the tabloid

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I mean, seriously, who the **** reads this ****? It’s embarrbuming. ****. And, like what’s with the monka— hey! What the hell! Didn’t that thing stop publishing a year ago? What the…

****. Janie! JANIE! WHat the **** are you trying to pull here?