[90s Kid and his shade are sitting on the floor in the hall. Yes, in the hall. There are strewm packages of pop rocks and coke cans, which the two of them seem to be consuming. The shade is starting to look a little sick, making a gesture and saying something as if to say it's had enough.]

Hey man, you wanna mess with my friends, you gotta go through me! Or are you too chicken?

[At that, the shade scowls, grabbing another package of pop rocks and ripping it open, tipping the contents into its mouth and chugging a can of soda. As 90s Kid starts to do the same though, the shade suddenly starts to convulse, clutching its stomach, its mouth open as if screaming in pain. Quickly taking his cue, Cambot looks away as there is a loud POOF and a puff of smoke washes past 90s Kid. Apparently the shade just exploded. And 90s Kid isn't quite sure what to make of that at first, just sitting there frozen with the soda just barely touching his lips.

Then, inevitably.]

DUUUUUUUDE! That was AWESOME! I guess I win!

[Cambot picks up his feed on the costume deck, if the surprisingly neat piles of clothes are any indication. Prominent in the foreground are the trademark black Organization coat, with matching pants and other articles of clothing along with. A figure - Lexaeus, given the height and size of him - is bending into a cabinet that seems to be a jumble of clothes.]

[Cambot brushes a pile of clothes and it topples over; Lexaeus straightens too quickly and bumps his head, bringing a shower of Bellarian accoutrements, wigs, props, and other things down on his head. He turns to see who made the noise.]

[And, well.]

( [So THAT'S where the Fabio wigs were.] )

[Terra sits on his bed. He looks perplexed.]

This is...a little off topic from what's been going on, but I figure we could all use a change of pace anyway.

So, I was wondering what the rules of the internet are? It came up in our experiment this week and Liz and MakubeX would only tell me so much. It sounded like there were a lot of them though. Why is it so complicated? Even being a Keyblade Master doesn't have over 30 rules.

[Phineas is on the cafeteria deck and it looks like he's just gotten a sandwich. He seems to find it really interesting since he's just staring at it, so of course this catches Cambot's attention too. It looks like someone burned the bread. And the meat. And the lettuce. And somehow even the mustard.]

Is it just me or has everything been getting darker here the last couple days?

[Tom and Crow are on screen...although Crow is staying close to Cambot, and far away from both of their dark doubles. Right now, both are choosing to pester Tom.]

Tom: No! Shhh! Scat, you!

Crow: Hey guys! That Phineas kid brought up a good point...we need to conduct a scientific research-type thing about Timmy and all his friends! So, I'd like to conduct the following survey. Ah-hem...

[Crow then holds up a single sheet of paper. Is anything even written on it?]

Crow: Have any of you made a deal with the devil this week?
Have any of you accidentally opened any interdimensional portals this week?
Have any of you accidentally wished for a friend while inviting darkness and destruction into your hearts this week?
Have any of you done all of the above at once this week?

And that's it! We on the SOL appreciate your answers!

[In the background, both 'Timmy' and Tom's double are now bothering Tom Servo, with the dark Tom whispering things at him and the dark Crow occasionally giving him a shove.]

Tom: Crooooooow! Get your stupid smelly dark spectre out of my face!

Crow: Kinda busy here, Tommy boy! Just poke 'em in the eyes!

[See Falco]

[See Falco staring down black Pallet Swap Falco (more or less 8|a)]

[See Falco not actually giving a fuck as black Pallet Swap Falco apparently talks smack to him since lol only Falco can hear him. Falco taps his beak before replying to this smack talking.]

...but Slippy is a fat, useless, no talent assclown.

[evil spooky Falco pauses. Well this strategy apparently wasn't working for it. Observe as Falco glances sideways at cambot, unable to bring himself to give half a fuck.]

Is this somebody's idea of a stupid joke?