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[The video jumps around a little, shaky as he moves around the rec area. Thankfully he's going at a pace that can actually be seen by the human eye. The screen is just a shaky shot of the pool area, jerking a bit as he speaks.]

So, the pool. That's a really nice touch. Almost makes up for us being stuck in space. But, you know, I'm going to give it to you guys because I've always wanted a pool- well a bigger pool. We had one of those blow up kiddie things, but no one over the age of eight wants to be caught dead in that thing. Anyway, this. This is a step towards making this place less like a weird prison sentence.

What's not cool, on like the top ten list of really screwed up things about this place, is what you're lacking. You do have some issues with with rabid dogs and apparently you guys blew up a planet, like what? And while I'd really like to punch whatever lost my headphones, hey. I'll live. But the worst thing?

[Peter finally comes into view, a frowning mess of silver hair and bad fashion.]

I've not found a single Twinkie in this place. No Ding Dongs, no Ho Hos. Not even a Sno Ball. You guys are really killing me here.

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[He shares your pain.]

And here I was hoping you guys were going to tell me there was a secret stash in the kitchen and was I was flying blind.

[Wait. Cargo bay? The video blurs as he runs down that way.]

You got any ideas where or am I just going to tear this place up?

Alas, no such thing. There's some sugar-y things that they use for cooking but no pastr--

[Wait.

Wasn't he in rec room just a second ago?? How did he-- wait no, focus on the sweets here.]

Um ah. No, not really. I've been there only couple of times and I'm pretty sure that the workers down there don't appreciate someone going through all the stuff.

Sucks man. I know. Saw the kitchens. Nothing good around. Must be planning to bland us to death.

[He laughs.]

Who said anything about letting them catch me at it?

[Oh. That laugh makes her smile mischievously.]

Hey, if you can really do that then be my guest and go nuts. Turn the place upside down.

Dont need an invitation for that. [Hes scoping out the room anyway. Waiting for a mostly clear so it's easier to get around.] Thanks for the tip though, I was going crazy. Might even bring you some if I find any.

Oh honey. You better bring me some. [Because she'll definitely get him in trouble otherwise.]

You know what would also be great? Coca Cola. Though asking for that might be stretching it.

How much is some?

[He's teasing, mostly.]

Oh, man yes! I'd give a kidney for some soda. A Coke and a Twinkie, dinner for champions.

50-50 sounds about right to me. We are kind of partners in crime here after all.

[Mental imagine of that makes her sigh.]

Ahh man. Toss in a cig and I'll call that Last Supper material.

Deal.

[Not like he has to tell her how much he finds.]

Not much on the smoking myself, but otherwise you're a chick after my own heart.

Really? Could've fooled me. [Because that hair just screams delinquent to her.]

Got a name, charmer? I'm J.

I'm a runner. Gotta take care of the lungs.

Hi J. I'm Peter. But feel free to just keep calling me charming.

Aren't athletes usually under lot of stress? Smoking fixes that. [Sorry, but it was mid-50s when she took the health-class. And it shows.]

Bring me some sweets and I'll call you whatever you want, Peter.

Didn't say athlete. Didn't say I was stressed.

[He's from the early 70s, all the non-smoking campaigns have barely started.]

I like the sound of that. So master, sir, and king all on the table?

Hah. Aren't you a kinky one. [She winks.]

It'll all depend on what you'll get me.

Can't say. That's something that has to be found out. [So confident for a guy with no experience.]

I'll have to find you something good.

Why, is that an invitation, Peter? [Careful now. She'll take it as one.]

Good luck on that.

Maybe. [He has no idea what he's doing, but he sure is doing it.]

Got all the luck I need, honey.

[Oh please Peter, keep doing it. J's enjoying this far too much.]

Right-o. I'll be waiting to hear more about you.

[He'll never stop.]

I promise you won't be waiting long.

[Is that winking he's doing? Yes, yes it is.]

I should hope not. It's rude to keep a lady waiting.

[And she winks right back.]

[His grin is getting truly ridiculously at this point. The video is cut with suddenly blurs and flashes as he moves around the search, keeping the feed running until he stops to speak.]

Well, anything for a lady.

[Ok, those blurs and sudden flashes are rather distracting. She wonders if this is what it looks like to Sans when he teleports around.]

Maybe I should leave you to it? I trust you'll give me a call when you're done with the place.

Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure.

[He stops long enough to throw her a dumb grin.]

First call, promise. Bye.

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