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THIS IS THE GREAT AND POWERFUL MICHAEL-SAMA!

LEAVE A MESSAGE OR I'LL BURN YER ASS!

Huh. [A pause. Okay. Now she's not so sure.] Yeah. Them. Did you trade with them recently?

[Looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooongest pause ever.]

You can make trades with 'em?

I'll take that as a 'no, Charlie I did not just trade to get your life back'. Okay. And, yeah. You can trade with them.

You're alive again?

Yeah. Alive and kicking, apparently, and I wanna find out who traded.

Who cares! Let's do something fun instead!

I care. What if they traded something huge? The deities don't exactly trade in tangible items. But..okay.

I don' get it.

The deities like memories. Abilities. Senses. Big stuff like that.

Well all my shit's together.

Okay. THank you for telling me.

Lying and hiding stuff is for stupid people.

...or people trying to survive. But, yeah. It's not the smartest thing.

So what are we going after, Mika?

[He switches to video to show off a picture he quickly scribbled.]

THIS!

Holy hell. What is that and how big is it?

[Hang on. He's looking at his picture again.]

No idea!

[Grin~]

Sure. But if it kills me, you're in trouble.

No one dies when I'm watchin' over 'em!

[SUDDENLY AND VERY BELATEDLY.]

And no calling me Mika! It's Michael!

Michael. Right. Sorry. See you in a bit.

See ya!