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[There seated behind the worktable is Norman who is wearing a pair of sunglasses and a leather glove on his right-hand.

I know what you're thinking. Who the hell wears sunglasses inside the house (let alone an unlit workroom with only a few rays of sunlight peeking through the blinds)? You would think he's swatting flies away from the way he is throwing his hands in the air like he just doesn't care.]

It's always the same thing.

[He continues to throw around his right arm.]

Sames files, same data...same everything. It can't even tell me if chicken's chicken anymore.

[Norman's hand dance comes to a stop as he takes off his glasses.]

I need water.

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[Without taking any regard to Blake's advice, Norman proceeds to get off from his chair to look out the window. Nothing out of the ordinary--

Oh.


Oh wait.


Oh wait no. That's not normal.


On top of that, he feels a dizzy spell coming over. Happy weekend.]

I...Wh-What?

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake hangs back, well away from the window, though he does catch a couple stray lights and noises that his brain does its best to filter out.]

Told you so.

Serves you right for not listening.