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[fromfryingpantofire]

[There's laughter in the background as Sam starts up the video. Sam has a long-suffering look on his face. There's a card on his desk, along with a box of...well, they're Jorgmund chocolates. So probably not great, but chocolate, at least.]

[The main reason for the look, though, is the t-shirt in Sam's hands. The t-shirt is big, but probably still a bit on the small side for him to wear. But the front of it has his Jorgmund employee ID picture printed on it with hearts surrounding it.]

[He looks over his shoulder, rolling his eyes.]

Laugh it up, you two.

[He sighs, turning back to the camera.]

So. Did anybody else get any weird gifts from persons unknown? Or am I the 'lucky' one?

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[hallelujahjunction]

[Dan's raspy cackle comes in from just off-screen; he clearly thinks this is the funniest thing that's happened in months.]

I think we should put it to vote whether or not you get to burn the shirt. It's a work of art. Come on, Sam, let the people speak.

[fromfryingpantofire]

This is a cursed object, Dan. Cursed objects get salted and burned. It's the only way to be certain.

[hallelujahjunction]

I don't know, I reckon it's more of a blessing. It's certainly improving my life right now.

[fromfryingpantofire]

[Sam rolls his eyes again.]

I'm glad somebody's getting a laugh out of this.

[The thing is, from the look on his face, Sam...might actually mean that one. They've had little enough reasons to laugh recently.]

[hallelujahjunction]

Embrace it, Sam. You're giving the Rig a lot of joy right now. You know as well as I do that burning this shirt is a crime.

Just be glad you didn't get no edible underwear.

[fromfryingpantofire]

And there's a mental image I didn't need, thank you.

[hallelujahjunction]

You're welcome!

[fromfryingpantofire]

[Sam considers the shirt for a few more moments before throwing it toward Dan.]

Okay, fine. Just no wearing it outside of the room, all right? Not...that it won't be weird enough seeing you wear it in the room.

[hallelujahjunction]

Hah! [Dan catches it handily.] Much obliged, Sam. Never let a good shirt go to waste. Or a great shirt. The Sistine Chapel of custom-print shirts.

[fromfryingpantofire]

You're a terrible person, Dan.

[There's no heat to it at all. His brother would be right there with Dan in making fun of it, after all.]