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[jackabbot]

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[myfavoritedream]

Wow, your old man was right. You are in a bad fucking mood.

[jackabbot]

I am a ray of ducking sunshine.

[myfavoritedream]

Must be in high demand right now.

[[Sent two hours later, when he could get a signal.]]

[jackabbot]

I don't know what you're all bitching about. The night shift is where it's at.

[[Sent an hour later when he had five minutes to check his phone.]]

[myfavoritedream]

I don't mind that, but it's boring as shit up here. Joel's crawling out of his skin.

It's hard for my kid.
[[The second message was sent twenty minutes later, because he wrote it and deleted it twice.]]

[jackabbot]

I get that. That does fucking suck. For all of you.

[myfavoritedream]

What's it like down there?

[jackabbot]

Everyone's running into everything because it's dark and there's snow and ice on the ground. And people keep coming in saying there are monsters in the dark. I'd be recommending psych workups except we're here, so there probably ARE monsters in the dark.

Other than that, fucking peachy.

[myfavoritedream]

We've seen them up here, too.

I'm pretty sure I watched Frankenstein's Monster kill one of 'em outside in the parking lot a couple days ago.

[[He sends along a slyly snapped picture of The Creature slouched in a puffer coat on a couch in the lounge, holding a cup that seems too small for his hands.]]

[jackabbot]

I am professionally offended at the suturing job on that guy.

[myfavoritedream]

I dunno, I think the scars are kinda hot.

[jackabbot]

There is something wrong with you, man.

[[Sent a hour later]]

[myfavoritedream]

Yeah, don’t I know it.

[jackabbot]

You all have enough food and water and everything up there?

[[Sent five hours later once Jack woke up after his night shift]]