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COME LIVE WITH ME AND A BUNCH OF LUNATICS IN A PYRAMID
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ONCE UPON A TIME, Jimmy had a falling out with his twin brother and didn't talk with Jacob for years. That other time, Jacob and the Winchesters traded tips on how to make the best home-made EMF. AMIRITE?? There was also that difficult time in his life when Jacob was the Ghostfacers' summer intern. And Stonehenge was totally a seal.
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ONCE UPON A TIME, Jimmy had a falling out with his twin brother and didn't talk with Jacob for years. That other time, Jacob and the Winchesters traded tips on how to make the best home-made EMF. AMIRITE?? There was also that difficult time in his life when Jacob was the Ghostfacers' summer intern. And Stonehenge was totally a seal.
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IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD, TELL YOUR FRIENDS:
Thank you to
22by7 for letting me deface her beautiful graphic. <333AAAAAAAAAND GO.
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“Hey, how ya doing?”
“Why do you keep calling me?”
“I’m here to tell you that you have a long lost twin brother who you were separated at birth from.”
“No, I mean in general.”
“Because conspiracy theorists are the best to fuck around with.”
“Very funny. Because we’ll believe anything?”
“Because you don’t believe anything. I’m telling you shit that’s completely true, but you still don’t believe it. Just like that yahoo who I warned about his codependency. But did he listen? Nooooooo. And now he’s on his dark road of revenge all over again. Makes me want to be done with the lot of you.”
“Bye, then.”
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“You’re on the air.”
“So what do you think of that power surge in Maryland?”
“That one is a little baffling, I must admit.”
“Government cover-up?”
“Of course. But I don’t think the government caused it. It was probably a natural phenomenon that we can’t explain.”
“Or it was Lucifer rising from Hell.”
“You’re religious, then?”
“Don’t sound so disappointed. You might say religion is hardwired for me. Also, I’m here to tell you that the Apocalypse has started and to prepare yourself for the End of Days. Stock up on toilet paper.”
“Look, this is a scientific program. I’ve humored you in the past, but you need to keep your calls on topic.”
“Geez. Don’t shoot the messenger. Hey, how’s this for scientific? I can tell you the wavelength that angels vibrate at.”
“Well?”
“Nope. Changed my mind.”
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“You’re on the air.”
“I had fun with you this weekend.”
“I wasn’t on this weekend.”
“Not technically. But you know, I thought it would be fun to trap Castiel with you in your show. Since it’s the radio and all, it doesn’t have dimensions, so it was much harder for him to get out.”
“You know, I’ve been getting complaints about you from other callers.”
“You don’t say? Wanna tell me their names?”
“No.”
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“You’re on the air.”
“So. I faked my death last month.”
“Aren’t you worried about blowing your cover?”
“Ha, that’s a good one. What with your vast audience and all. But nah, it’s done now. My brother is all locked away again. I wonder if he gets reception down there.”
“Your brother?”
“Lucifer. Keep up.”
“Right. Sure.”
“Buddy, you’re starting to annoy me just the tiniest bit. You scientists won’t consider anything religious, while the religious people won’t consider anything scientific. They’re not mutually exclusive, y’know. Dad did know what he was doing. You know what I think?”
“What?”
“I think you need to see the Creation Machine in action.”
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“You’re on the air.”
“You seem a little more paranoid than usual today. Have a nice dream last night?”
“That was not a dream.”
“Well, it wasn’t real. Indonesia is still here, the pyramids are still here— Call it…one of my little scenarios. Like virtual reality.”
“I died.”
“Suuuure you did.”
“Who are you?”
“If you were paying attention, you would have figured it out by now. But I’m bored with this. Though I did send you little present.”
“What?”
“Well, you’ll know when you get it, won’t you?”
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A week later, there was a plain brown box sitting on Jacob’s doorstep.
It had no return address, but seemed to be postmarked from half the countries in the world. There was barely any unstamped paper showing.
He opened the box carefully and peered in.
Nestled inside, still covered with moon dust, was the robot head.
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