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06th landing . video, spam

[ video ; a few hours before the end of port ; open ]

[ Red eyes and messed-up hair, guess who just woke up. ]

Elena! Where the frak - are you in the city. Are you dead. Don't be dead.

[ added soon after, also open: ]

Dean! What did you do with Elena's pants?

[ spam ; last few hours of port ]

[ Racetrack is buying out every single astrological sign thing from a kitschy little shop. All of it. Pillows. Jewelry. Notebooks. Hairbands.

This is probably near a beach somewhere. ]

[ video ; after port ]

Nothing like seeing a real live planet...

I'm awake, if anyone was worried.

Anyone want to go run a few miles?

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Make up your mind!

You all should come with a mute button.

I do come with a mute button. "You're right, Dean."

I can tell you, from experience, that this doesn't work.

That's because you never mean it.

It would have to happen, first.

Ouch. I'm wounded. I may never recover.

I'm grateful you're not that fragile.

Hey, screw you buddy, I'm a delicate flower of emotions.

[Except even Dean can't even say that with a straight face. He laughs.]

How about that other button, the one that says 'bite me'?

That one's not for you.

...after all the trouble I went to, to avoid saying "the frak-you button"...

That one only is if we're all out of darts.

Dean!

What?

Do I want to know?

He brought up the sex parties, not me.

...the...?

Him! His fault!

Did you say sex parties?

I'm not talking about this anymore.

I feel like I deserve an explanation here.

No.

You suck at this.

Thanks.

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