№7 - Video. Anonymous source.

[spider]

[ Okay, this is an odd sight: What is that hideous piece of furniture? It's awfully out of place.

Well, a little flare to it will ease the sight for sore eyes. Yes, that is a tiger couch on fire in the kitchen and you are watching the poor thing be put to rest. Someone should run and put that out, but just enjoy the view for now. Tranquility: First the turkey, now this. Go figure.

... Is someone whistling Disco Inferno in the background? Burn baby, burn. ]

Comments

[spider]

Nothing wrong with a little splash of color.

[the_infiltrator]

You're very fashionable.

[Between the couch-burning and this little nugget of wisdom.]

Why do you hide?

[spider]

It isn't time yet.

[the_infiltrator]

You sound very exciting.

[spider]

As do you, Q to my A.

[the_infiltrator]

I hope I get to meet you in person.

What do you do here?

[spider]

That's the first in a while. [ With less deadly intentions. ]

Planning, plotting, burning hideous furniture—all the good stuff.

[the_infiltrator]

Do you think you could plan with me? I'm very good at strategy.

[This is in no way a ploy to get you close so she can kill you if she has to, nope.]

[spider]

Why, of course. Let me get my home address.

[ And he totally trusts her. ]

[the_infiltrator]

That won't help. We're on a ship.

[She...doesn't 'get' sarcasm.]

[spider]

Whoops, maybe we weren't fated to be.

[the_infiltrator]

There is no fate.

[You crazy bastard.]

You should let go of superstitions.

[spider]

Has anyone ever told you have a few interesting way of carrying on conversations?

[the_infiltrator]

No. No one has. But thank you.