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That statement sent Ze into another fit of laughter, so she rolled off Cruci and laid on her back on the floor, laughing until she got herself under control. When that finally happened, she wiped her eyes and sat up.
"H'okay, sorry for that. Yeah, he's a friend of mine who disappeared for a long time; but now he's back. So tonight we're having a party. I sent him after some booze, so we have Jager and Red Bull fir Jager Bombs, vodka, rum, plus whatever else I have sotred away in the cabinets. I think there's more vodka and tequila and such in the top right one.
ANYWAYS, so that's for later tonight.
You guys want to ride go-karts? My friend gave me a couple when I built this place, so I made a track out back. I haven't used them in a few months; riding alone isn't quite as fun. So what do you say?"

"Sa-weet. So, do we want to wait on Bobo, or be dicks and leave him?"
Ze stood up, brushing off the little fuzzy things from the carpet.

Over the next couple of hours, small explosions could be heard eminating from Proph's room. Every once in a while small trails of smoke leaked out from under the door. Deep inside, Proph was busy writing down what looked to be a lot of just numbers and symbols. His hair was pulled back into a pony tail and his sleeves were rolled up to his shoulders. His eyes were covered with red-tinted goggles in a bulky, metal frame. The hands he was writing were covered in either ink stains, or something less easily explainable.

Looking up for just a second he smiled at his new room. Every square inch of the walls were covered with equations and large, ancient, exotic symbols. Many were in ink while others were in blood. The floor was just one whole symbol with many intricate layers that led your eyes in dizzying puzzles. He liked the changes.

Proph stood up and stretched, trying to decide if he was going to go back downstairs or work a little bit longer.

He decided to go downstairs. Proph needed a break anyways, his back felt like he had been leaning over for an hour at least. He walked out of his room, making sure to shut the door, and started pulling out the pony tail as he took off the goggles. Reaching the bottom floor and the living room, he had the pony tail out and one of the sleaves rolled down. The goggles were being held in his mouth so he could use both hands. When he saw what was happening he mumbled:

"Boo du nee hep wit sat?"

Proph shrugged and put back on the goggles. They'd be good for racing.

"Are the karts manual or automatic?"

He started to follow them out the back.

"Bobo dearest, why it it that you must be ever so heavy?" Cruci said in his most obnoxious British accent.
He and Ze carried him out the door as Proph oppened it for them.
"So," Cruci said, panting, "Where are the go-karts?"

Ze laughed as Bobo jumped out of their arms, and pointed to what he'd already seen. "They're over there, and I call the blue one." She grinned and took off towards the go-karts. She had loved them as a kid, and some things never changed.