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[metaman]

[video // action]

[Abed comes crawling out of a building, wearing a blanket tunic and a pillow tied to his head, while carrying another pillow with him.

He stands up and looks around him, puzzled. He looks behind him, but he doesn't see the main corridor of the United Forts of Pillowtown -- only a cafe with some very confused patrons.

He looks down at the pillow in his arms.]


Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Greendale any more


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Comments

let me know if this is okay; this is the most he will 4th wall her

[metaman]

This is my helmet.

[He tilts his head and examines the child quizzically. You can almost hear the bzzzz bzzzz as he searches his internal databank.]

Hit-Girl?

[He frowns and looks around. This isn't New York City.]

You don't belong here.

hee! it's perfect!

[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

[What. What the fuck? What the fuck did he just say? Mindy's eyes widen and then she calms herself. Okay, because the City is weird, she's going to assume this is the City's doing. Maybe he was here when the other she was here?]

Tell no one.

[Yes, dude. That is a threat under those words.]

Dude, no one belongs here.

woot!

[metaman]

My lips are sealed.

[He mimes zipping them shut. He doesn't sound like he's afraid of her threat; rather, he sounds like they're two friends agreeing to keep a secret. Like Merton Dingle from Big Wolf on Campus, who agreed to keep Tommy Dawkins' werewolf condition a secret.]

Where are we?

[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

Smart man. [Seriously. Because this child will wreck you if you tell anyone.]

You're in a pocket dimension called the City.

[metaman]

Pocket of what?