Upon realising what has unfolded. I forced myself out of my metallic tomb, pulled out my life support and drugged myself with several shots of adrenalines to tell you a message.
We're going for a rematch. Oh, and you are going to eat the horizontal floor. Oh yes you are. Prepare for imminent defeat.
In addition, if you would like to explore your... newly discovered talents, we can explore those options later. Do not tell a single soul of what you did. I'm quite curious as to how this occurred, but we can talk another time.
I was expectin' for this message to be way more incendiary, considering that little something stupid I went and did (which, trust me, I've kicked myself for it plenty by now). Even had a fire extinguisher on standby.
Well, you bet I'd like to look into those particular matters more - I couldn't even tell you what I did. Don't really feel any different either. It's a little maddening! There's so many implications to explore empirically, but I'm flying blind, so if you can help orient me, that'd be a relief. That dapper fella who was there, he made it look easy. Might need to interview him...
But, honestly, see me when in Dublin? You mean the rally? Don't you need to, y'know, rest?! That's not resting!
Some circumstances have forced my attention, belaying my time of rest... I will be returning this afternoon. Will you be available? I would appreciate you by my side as we study said circumstance. An opportunity to learn, perhaps.
Tell me, how'd that "horizontal floor" taste from fifth place in the ranking? I'm dying to know what I'm missin' out on back there. You can tell me aaall about it while I think about how much this sparkly silver medal suits me!
Aah, just kiddin', you and your friend did great out there. Hope your dinner plans panned out, you need the R&R I reckon. I definitely know I benefitted from steppin' away from the insanity of the last couple weeks. Feeling... sharper, now.
However I cannot recommendation the mental degradation. But as I mentioned prior, I did manage to speak with him.
I might have ~slightly~ instilled some ~ideas~ of distrust into him, as if it were an insult. Whoops. I suppose that is what I get for attempting to communicate while severely mentally incapacitated.
Hmmm... The more I look into the claims of the others saying he is some cruel - manipulative being as you heard from the others, the more I highly contest the claims of the others claiming him to be insane. He has sound foundations of an idea, and is clearly aware and very well calculating. It seems as he is just misunderstood, for the most part. So, I ... find great inner peace from that conversation. And I think you should be told this - for I think the other individuals are speculating too much.
Regardless, to find Junior we'll need to head up to the Omicrons. Will tomorrow night sufficient? Oh - and ... Perhaps do not take my chronically mentally inebriated advice of snooping around in the suggestion. It was a terrible idea. Respect would have to be shown.
In addition, I have also invited our other familiar friend - the other nerd - to the journey.
After this transmission has been beamed, I will be unavailable to rejuvenate both my mind and body. Perhaps it was not worth the excitement of the studies to stay active for such a prolonged time. The statistics of it is fascinating though! -87% reduction in mental faculties! An overall 173% reduction to resisting psychic related intrusions! Neheheheh! That is fascinating! Wow! Imagine that! He could have popped my head during that conversation.
Let nobody say I didn't warn ya - never mix important meetings and entire workweeks worth of insomnia.
Well, maybe he'll be understanding about it. You've had a lot of ups and downs lately. Which reminds me, after the whole incident, I'd have figured the Omicrons wouldn't uh, agree with you. But I'm sure you've got ways around it, knowing you.
I'll prep to meet you nerds here shortly, or the day after.
And whatever his name turns out to actually be, he's Junior now. I ain't budging!