A week? Like, exactly a week? No, no listen. There might be something. Time is different but I think there is a rhyme and reason. I've been trying to keep track of things so I know how long I'm awake or how long we stay dead.
So you've been here three cakes in. If we say every time the Entity decorates for a birthday party, it's a year then fog time is for every three years it's one week real world time. I have to see if this matches with how long I've been gone for Nancy and if the Raccoon City group can collaborate it.
That's between you and Kate. I'll be playing music.
Ha ha ha.
What do you mean? It covers me fine. Like, you have a bigger butt but...
Really? The only way I've been able to keep track is all the stupid themed clothes we get from the Entity.
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No offense. Damn...that's pretty smart, Q. Of course the cakes represent the anniversary, and if it's yearly, and the weeks correspond to one year here... I underestimated that big head of yours. ;).
You know what? I'd rather listen to your music than fight Kate so... Yeah, I'll join you instead.
Dude, it's like... it's not covering you that fine. And yeah, I got a bigger butt so.
[ it's hard not to sneak a peak of Quentin when it happens, anyone would if a freaking butt was hanging out in front of them. ]
Not all of us get clothes, Steve. And I've seen themed ones put on all the time and the seasonal-seeming stuff isn't always exactly the same. But there are guaranteed cakes and balloons, making it a full rotation.
Gee, thanks. Everyone does. But I'm tired, not stupid.
Afraid she'll kick your ass too hard?
It's plenty cover. Put it on. I'm not giving you another option.
Yeah good point man, just remember that the scoops fit is yours whenever you want. I got other clothes haha.
Every genius always seems so tired.
No. [ Yes. ]
Wow you're really going to make me wear the thong huh? Fine. Just for you, Q. But I swear to god if I see Jonathan's camera in your hands... or GhostFace lurking in a goddamn bush with his... Your ass is grass.
It's not a thong, Steve. Also, fucking hell, I'm like the last person that would take a picture you didn't want. And I have no control over GhostFace. I hate that guy.
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So you've been here three cakes in. If we say every time the Entity decorates for a birthday party, it's a year then fog time is for every three years it's one week real world time. I have to see if this matches with how long I've been gone for Nancy and if the Raccoon City group can collaborate it.
That's between you and Kate. I'll be playing music.
Ha ha ha.
What do you mean? It covers me fine. Like, you have a bigger butt but...
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No offense. Damn...that's pretty smart, Q. Of course the cakes represent the anniversary, and if it's yearly, and the weeks correspond to one year here... I underestimated that big head of yours. ;).
You know what? I'd rather listen to your music than fight Kate so... Yeah, I'll join you instead.
Dude, it's like... it's not covering you that fine. And yeah, I got a bigger butt so.
[ it's hard not to sneak a peak of Quentin when it happens, anyone would if a freaking butt was hanging out in front of them. ]
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Gee, thanks. Everyone does. But I'm tired, not stupid.
Afraid she'll kick your ass too hard?
It's plenty cover. Put it on. I'm not giving you another option.
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Every genius always seems so tired.
No. [ Yes. ]
Wow you're really going to make me wear the thong huh? Fine. Just for you, Q. But I swear to god if I see Jonathan's camera in your hands... or GhostFace lurking in a goddamn bush with his... Your ass is grass.
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The brain power uses a lot of energy.
Uh-huh. Sure. [ Hehe. ]
It's not a thong, Steve. Also, fucking hell, I'm like the last person that would take a picture you didn't want. And I have no control over GhostFace. I hate that guy.