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[It's video time with Jeff! Why can't he just do text like normal people, you ask? Because then the world wouldn't be able to see his beautiful face, duh. He's at his desk, lounging like a pro with a full glass of scotch held at eye line, managing to look somewhat thoughtful as he keeps his narrowed eyes on the alcohol before him.]

I went home like a month ago. Did one of those away for a day, lived a year things. Kinda makes you wonder what game the Porter's playing with crap like that, some weird ass brand of temptation and torture all in one.

So, real talk here, imPorts... If we all got told they didn't want us any more, that we got 24 hours to decide whether to go home or stay here forever, what would you do? Is what you built up here enough to keep you? Or are you just gonna be counting down the hours to get back and see those you left behind?

Pretty deep stuff, huh?

[He finally looks to the camera, just starting to reach to turn it off, before...]

Oh! And uh, season one of my show is drawing to a close soon. I know you've all been watching it avidly. Gotta start considering my options for next season, so wanna guest star? Got ideas? Wanna be in the crew? Hit me up. Time to make season two even better than the first. [And he's out, with a final, winning smile.]

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Yeah, it's a little weird that being normal is the outlier, but, I mean. Law of averages, right? I'm just some geology nerd who should probably be checking out what the colleges are like around here, if I'm gonna be stuck here for a while. Not super into the superheroics part of getting powers thrust on me.

You'd rather study than have super powers? Lame.

Superheroes get hurt out there. I'm not about that. Besides, my brain can be a natural superpower if I study hard enough.

So you'd rather others did the muscle work? Pretty good idea.

Hey, you don't have to say it like that. I'd rather the people who know how to be superheroes do the superheroing. You're making me sound like some... opportunistic dillhole.

Well. You said it, not me.

It's called being a regular person, dude. It's only being a dick if I'm trying to take advantage of what they do. I don't want anything to do with this stuff.

So what is it you do? Besides study.

I intern for a music magazine in MF by day, and by night my friends throw garbage at me.

[she is entirely serious, unfortunately.]

... Wait, what?

Okay, it's just one friend, but she's really loud and hard to ignore. We're not even that close, really. We're like adversaries that are too passive aggressive to do anything about it.

So she throws actual trash at you?

The second time she actually had a pretty good reason! I just wish she'd pegged me with the flat side of the soda bottle. Caps hurt.

But... trash? Like. Bags of?

Nah, mostly loose. I don't think she has her life together enough to have bags of trash on hand.

And okay, maybe the first time I told her I could control garbage with my brain.

Well you kinda brought that one upon yourself, huh?

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