[When the video turns on, Nathan is making A Face. His nose is a little scrunched up and he's rubbing into his eyes with his forefinger and thumb. His face, hands, and shirt are covered in dried/drying blood. After a few moments of that, he finally stops and looks at the camera.]

Alright. Do you see this? Do you all see this right here?

[He zooms in the camera and points with one finger to the bridge of his nose. There is nothing there, aside from some blood.]

This is exactly what I warned you all about! Those furries are all fucking psychos, and no one believed me! What did I tell you, huh? Next time I've got a warning about this shit, maybe people ought to believe me before someone else gets facefucked with sexually transmitted swine disease!

[Don't be alarmed, guys. That's not a zombie that's appeared on the network screens. That's just a very hungover Luke, looking like his head is just a few inches away from splitting wide open. He paused a moment, rubbing his eyes as he tried to focus, but light and sound were kind of being mean to him right now.]

[Just at the edge of the video view, Amnon can just barely be seen, the little pink cheagle pushing a cup of steaming coffee toward his master. He's letting out little "mieumieu" sounds, like he was going "heave ho!"]

...guys...

[Poor Luke sounds like he has sandpaper for a throat.]

...what happened last night...?

[Video opens with the yawn of a very bored/tired looking imp.]

Oh. It's actually working now. [Keyboard smashing at its finest ladies and gents. At least she didn't resort to bashing it with large objects. That was plan B.]

About time. And I thought actually learning how to use the terminal would be faster than going out to look for someone to explain just why I woke up in a different room this morning. I can see why I didn't bother with it before, this typing-thing is completely pointless. [Pointless = screw you I don't want to take time to learn it.]

Hey! Link! Where did you run off to this time?

Rolling on the ground is really easily compared to balancing in an anti-gravity field.

I as Roxas hereby decline any and all possession of Ice Cream forevermore, as I've decided it's not worth it.

Thank you for your time.

[TWO CAN PLAY AT THAT GAME

EVEN IF IT'S A REALLY STUPID GAME SINCE EVERYTHING'S ANONYMOUS]