Eh, you can just go to two, do two things at one and just one thing at the other, and then blow the rest off. That’s my plan. [A pause.] Want me to drop by? Just to keep an eye out for weird shit.

[Although Richie’s threshold for weird might be a little higher than usual.]

Oh, right, yeah. One of the Swear-Ins I went to, there was this experimental tech that suddenly glitched. Fucked up the people with psychic powers, and apparently that set off some kinda reaction where people’s memories got pulled out of their heads and uploaded onto the Internet. [A tired sigh.] I think mine singlehandedly gave somebody—fuck, whaddaya call fear of clowns again?