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[[Justin is sending a message to Fooker]]

Justin typing: Hey, bro. I'm sending this over Dad's old direct terminal, so I hope it still reaches you. Don't worry, I followed protocols.

Justin typing: I ran into some of your old friends today. They seem nice, at least saner than you. They made me think about a few things, about us and Mom and Dad.

Justin typing: Anyway, I know you're busy, but we need to talk sometime. We have a few things to patch up. Let me know when is convenient for you.

[[Fooker, wearing a robe and using a computer connected to a satellite dish, reads Justin's message and smiles in the desert. Anti-aircraft fire lights the night sky]]
Justin typing: Your bro, Justin.