(Surprised, then Weirded Out and Getting Nervous) Gamzee!!! Fuck. There you are. You had me worried, dude. Uh. Yeah. Where have you been anyway? I told everyone to let me know if you’re gonna wander off. Yeah, I get it, wise guy. You’re a fucking clown, who cares. Quit the bullshit partyclown antics and get your ass back here. The shit has hit the whirling device, and you could be in serious danger out there. Dude. Are you ok? You’re really weirding me out.

(Scared and Hopeless) O-okay. The Password is "See You Soon". Okay, uh... I'm going to take your lack of response as a tacit verification. Also. This pretty much has to be the last conversation we have, right? Your timeline cuts out completely in a minute or two because of the scratch. If this works, then I guess maybe we all get to hang out? While maybe also not being in unyielding mortal Peril?? It's getting kind of old frankly, but in case none of this works and we don't actually get to meet. I guess I should say... Since apparently my gutless future self can't express himself and never got around to saying so, thus leaving it up to me as usual... To say that- (Cuts off)