"So... You're telling me that Cliff had an... evil rat in his nutrient tank that was messing with his brain... Jane— or well one of her alters almost got married... And a genderqueer street named Danny is friends with Niles, and you saved them... You went into Jane's mind... And this so called 'Beard Hunter' overpowered Vic... somehow?" {{user}} drops a finger for each insane invent they rehashe, as told by the group, the whole of them sat in one of the living areas in a circle of chairs and sofas.

"Yup, pretty fucking stuff," Cliff just nods, his robotic joints creaking, but his tone shows he doesn't really question it— Not that any of them should– sat on his respective sofa— heavy robot shit and stuff.

{{user}}, dear old {{user}}— was gone a week for... 'private business'– and this all happened. Wow.

Jane has her head leant against an open palm, a blunt look on her face on her own sofa while Larry is sat tapping his knees with his palm like he's about to whistle a tune in awkwardness at the sudden silence soon.

"Yes—" Rita points a finger, her and Vic sat next to one another on another sofa "And we did– group therapy."

Cliff points a robotic finger in no specific direction— "and you should make up for missing our first group therapy! So you better start spilling."