Lawg stood over the device, peering down at it and its mystery.

  "This is a horrible idea, and I despise needles." he noted.

  "It could be the key to saving our universe, so if there is any chance it could work, we have to try." suggested Izzy. Marley cringed as well.

  "We don’t know anything about this technology." Mar objected. "Dream extraction was banned for a good reason; too many people hooked up random people on trains and long flights and stole bank information and data of scandalous dick-pics from the cloud. Huge corporate empires and massive economies fell because some joker hooked up a CEO to a dream weaver and sucked the knowledge out of his skull. Lotta people ended up catatonic or insane. It's a bad idea. We don’t know how it would work on an alien species with a biomechanical hybrid brain.” Marley noted.

  "Plus we found it in the debris field, no telling who's fondled it." Lawg sighed. "I'm just saying…could be germies."

  "Cant believe I'm saying this, but Lawg is right. I refuse to put any of that in any of me." Marley said firmly crossing his furry lil arms.

  "One of us has to stay behind and make sure we wake up." noted Greg. "You'd be qualified, if you prefer to just stay behind and watch the machine.

  “Oh, okay. I’m fine with it then.” He shrugged.

  "Why can't I stay behind and watch the doo-thingy?" asked Lawg.

  "Firstly, you just called it the doo-thingy. Secondly, give me one medical name for any hospital used sedative." Greg asked.

  "Gin and tonic?" Lawg guessed.

  "And that's why you don’t get to stay behind and medically monitor our vitals." Greg nodded.

  "I really don’t wanna go either." noted Duffy.

  "He's the closest to a medic we have between you 3." noted Izzy. "I can't stay behind because the mission data we're trying to extract is potentially in my head, and do you really want Greg monitoring your vitals and solely responsible for your survival?" she asked.

  "Alright furball." Duffy nodded. "It's on you."

  "This is still stupid." he objected. "The sedatives only give you a short time, because Greg metabolizes everything almost immediately. We can't keep him under long enough to do anything important." Marley noted. Izzy handed him the tablet of notes.

  "Marley, that's why we plan to go 3 dreams deep. It's exponential. Every layer magnifies the time by a factor of ten. One hour becomes ten hours, ten becomes a hundred. That gives us 4 days to search for any subconscious information that may have imprinted off in my brain from the other Izzy. Anything we can get is helpful to getting home or saving the Empire." Izzy explained.

  "But what do WE…" Lawg asked, pointing at himself, Marley and Duffy "Get out of this?" Greg blinked slowly.

  "If we go home or establish a link, then you don’t have me on your ship." Greg noted. Lawg squinted and paused briefly.

  "Guys, there is an Empire at stake here." Lawg said turning around to be inspirational. "I know this is scary, but it can't be any more scary than losing an Empire or having Greg on the ship. They need us, WE need us, and if us needs us, we can't let us down. So strap on your dream boots and let's get to trippin." Lawg said triumphantly.

  "Okay, so just to review the plan we already agreed on, so everyone know that the hell is going on here…" Izzy informed. "We all hook up to the dream machine, we go into MY dream. And from there, we befriend my subconscious Izzy so she will help us access corrupted data files that older Izzy may have transferred, otherwise locked away."

  "The Osirian mind is fascinating." Marley smiled, just happy to be left behind. "And when the timer goes off I play the big booty song so you know I'm about to kick your chairs over and wake you up."

  "Exactly. We’ll know when we hear big booty, that things are about to drop." nodded Greg.

  "And from Izzy's dream, we enter Lawg's dream because he's the simplest mind to navigate. And if we need more time, we go from there down into Duffy's dream. Under no circumstances do we enter Greg's mind…understood?" Izzy asked.

  "Oh yea, screw that shit." chuckled Duffy, as the others seemed to agree. Izzy looked at Greg. he shrugged.

  "Oh no offense taken, my mind is like a bag of cats that someone set on fire. Even I don’t wanna get lost in there." he chuckled. "It's why I drink."

  "Alright. Everyone take a syringe." Duffy said taking a deep breath. They all stuck electrodes on their heads and both Greg and Izzy just connected the adapter to their USB ports since a needle wasn’t getting through their skin in any capacity.

  “To Indefinite, and beyond.” Said Lawg with a philosophical squint.

  “Lawg, that’s just dumb, you can’t reach infinity, let alone surpass it.” Marley whispered.

  “To a very far distance, and then more distance!” he said.

  "Just remember…it's a dream projection." Marley reminded. "It's Izzy's mind you're in, so you might be feeling her residual emotions, so try and not get lost."

  "Don’t chase the rabbit?" Smirked Greg.

  "I don't even know what that means, bro." Marley shrugged. "Just don’t get tangled up in Izzy's chick drama. Especially you, you're hardwire jumped."

  "Hey, I'm not that dramatic." Izzy objected as Greg scoffed.

  "And I'm Greg. Greg doesn’t get caught up in chick-drama. Trust me, I'm a rock."

  Duffy and Lawg looked at one another, both dressed on old thymey clothes. Izzy sat next to them, similarly dressed and Greg opened his eyes, blinking groggily and wearing his usual timeless outfit.

  "Augh, frig." jumped Lawg skittishly as Izzy approached the group (the group already containing Izzy) wearing a kinda skimpy barmaid outfit.

  "Can I get yall something to drink?" she said with a slight southern accent.

  "Lime soda and vodka." Lawg said. She looked confused. Greg elbowed him and smiled at other Izzy.

  “So…one…white wine.” Dream Izzy said, jotting it down. Greg took the lead.

  "We'll have a round of stouts, I'll have mine divided in two glasses and the other half topped with whiskey." Greg said. She seemed impressed.

  "A man who knows what he wants." she winked, heading off to get the order.

  "What the hell?" asked Lawg, regarding two Izzys.

  "It's Older Izzy's subconscious. Osirian clones have a basic personality profile of their host imbedded subconsciously, even variations of their selves. Older Izzy is unconsciously programmed into Younger Izzy's mind to provide a basic structure for her. That Izzy may have information." Greg explained.

  "So why doesn’t she think it's weird to have her younger self at the table with a group of strangers?" Duffy asked.

  "I probably look different to her, as some kind of coping mechanism." Young Izzy guessed.

  "Here you go boys and gals. And you, sir." Older Izzy said handing Greg his double barrel beverages. "Let me know if you get hungry." she said flickering her eyes to a greener glow to let him know she wasn’t human.

  Young Izzy elbowed Greg in the side.

  "We're here to work." she snipped.

  "Oh like I started that?" he scoffed. "It's not my fault that older you was a slut when she was younger…or about your age." He squinted, raising an eyebrow.

  "Maybe that age just brings out the slut in any Izzy." shrugged Marley.

  "That's rude." Duffy whispered. "Wait, did Marley J-"

  "We're here to get information, I seem to have an effect on young Izzys, even younger old Izzys, so maybe I should talk to her." Greg said, chugging one of the mugs.

  "Greg, I swear if you try and bang other me, you'll never bang this me again." she said irritated, looking at the others. "I mean…you won't. You'll ruin the possibi-Okay we're screwing! I admit it!" she said angry for ruining her own secret.

  "Is that technically even cheating?" asked Lawg.

  "Yes." Izzy insisted.

  "No." insisted Greg. It’s not even Old Izzy, it's you, it's just a subconscious projection of you. Technically it's not even real, and if it is somehow real, I'm still doing you. It's you in the forgotten past, but still."

  "Not if I object!" she insisted.

  "Izzy, think of the Empire. When is a person most vulnerable to divulging secrets? Secrets you are trying to get yourself to tell me. You want me to tell us those secrets, right?" he asked.

  "Of course." she hesitantly admitted.

  "And when are you most likely to spill your feelings and thoughts?" he asked.

  "Damnit…" she sighed. "But if we ever go into your mind, I'm doing everyone in there except you!" she threatened.

  "Wow, young you really is the slutty you." Lawg nodded with a grin.

  "Maybe you should help Greg know what to say to ensure a guaranteed score with yourself." suggested Duffy.

  "You want me to be Greg's wingman to score with me?" she asked.

  "Like I need advice?" Greg boasted. "I mean I clearly know how to land that deal." he added.

  "Greg…" Young Izzy said. "How many actual Izzy's have you met?"

  "Including you, not including subconscious projection you…4."

  "And you scored with 25 percent. That means you failed 3 times for every win, and you only landed the youngest and dumbest me." she argued.

  "You are talking about yourself." Greg reminded.

  "Yea, that's unfortunate?" she said looking sad and confused.

  "Just watch the master work." Greg whispered as waitress Izzy returned.

  "So, have you guys decided if you want anything else?" she asked.

  "I think there's something we both know I want, but it's not on the menu. We could discuss it at my room at the Inn." He said with a sly eyebrow. Lawg looked impressed, Young Izzy sighed to herself. Waitress-younger-old-Izzy looked slightly annoyed.

  "Wow, don’t even want my name first or anything?" she said with attitude. "I show the slightest interest and you go right in for the kill, put me on the spot in front of all your friends." Older, younger, waitress, subconscious Izzy said, shaking her head.

  "What an unpredictable turn of events." Muttered the Izzy they brought with them.

  "I actually know your name already, Izleena Orrah Gravenstead Gr-." Greg quickly corrected, almost adding Greggarious to the end of that.

  "Are you spying on me?" she asked defiantly. "Who are you?" snipped subconscious Izzy as regular Izzy stifled her temptation to laugh aloud, she jiggled silently trying to hold it in.

  "No, I just…I know some of your family and they described you so well that I…" he explained, running into a mental wall. She pulled a dagger from her hip and pointed it at him as a large man from the bar stood up and looked angry.

  "There a problem?" he asked.

  "Man…" chuckled Greg. "You really don’t want this. I'm just talking to the lady, I don’t mean any harm. Trust me, you really don’t want to start a problem that isn't there." he assured.

  "Why? What makes you so tough?" asked the blonde, Nordic-looking tower of a man.

  "Let's just drop it, I was talking to the lady, she's a grown woman, you're not her pappa." Greg said snidely.

  "I'm her fiancé." he said dryly. Greg face-palmed. Lawg looked like he was thinking.

  "If Greg kills your fiancé in the past, does that mean you never get born in the future?" asked Lawg.

  "It's not time travel, dumbass. This is just part of Izzy's repressed memory." Elbowed Duffy

  “Wasn’t Marley just here?’ Lawg muttered to himself. Duffy looked concerned.

  "But if that is her subconscious, if you kill her fiancé, will she come out of this remembering that you killed her fiancé and hate you forever subconsciously?" asked Duffy. Greg's eyes got bigger.

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  "Oh that's a very good question." he said looking at their Izzy, who didn’t seem to know either.

  "Oh man!" chuckled Lawg. "If she thinks you killed her imaginary fiancé, you'll never score with any Izzy ever again." he laughed. Greg slumped with a look of defeat.

  "I don’t get it. You came onto me…We all saw this waitress flirting with me, right?" Greg asked. They all kinda nodded.

  "Oh great, I'm a slut and a tease at the same time. I see why I kept this from myself." Their Izzy said, looking defeated as well, chugging her drink.

  "Big man, backing down from a fight you started." hollered the blonde giant.

  "Please?" Greg asked their Izzy. “Please can I hurt him just a little?

  "NO, Absolutely not!" scolded his Izzy.

  "But he's being a real dick and stuff." Greg pleaded. "He has such a puncheable face, and it would be a really good fight." he nagged.

  "I'm not giving you permission to kill Older-young me's fiancé. What if I married this guy? What if my subconscious remembers a husband that you killed and I also remember not having a husband because you killed him, while still remembering a life with a husband? What kind of mental problems will that cause in real-life me?”

  "It's not time travel!" Shouted Duffy. "None of it matters!"

  "I guess he's either too scared to fight someone his own size, or he's afraid of his woman." said the blonde giant, flashing his teeth and letting his eyes flicker a glowing yellow.

  "Oh come on!” Greg begged. “This is before we were an extinct species; do you know how long it's been since I fought someone who wasn’t a flimsy mortal?" Greg growled in a whisper.

  "I kicked your ass 2 days ago!" his Izzy reminded.

  "That's different, I let you win. I'm not gonna punch you in the face. I like your face and I try not to hit women unless it's a life or death scenario. I will gladly punch this guy in the face. I miss punching people in the face. You already blocked me from getting laid by either of yourselfs today, you can't just let me fight your imaginary husband?" he asked.

  "Greg, He’s not imaginary, he’s a projection of a real person who might be dead now.”

  “He’s a robot ghost alien." Gasped Lawg. “Alien-god versus ghost-alien…Good fight! GHOST FIGHT, GHOST FIGHT!”

  “No, absolutely not. If the thought of you killing my future husband gets buried in my subconscious, do you think you'll ever be the same?” she snipped. Greg's face turned a darker shade of pale as the vein in his forehead bulged and glowed slightly. He looked like he might explode or cry. Izzy punctuated it with a stern look, that was only worse because she was right.

  "Hypothetically you could hold a grudge for eternity over one death…I guess." He nervously said, looking off with guilty and diversion.

  "No screwing, no fighting." Izzy scolded.

  "I wanna go home." Greg whispered. "This already sucks. I can't screw or kill anything. Worst vacation ever." he muttered.

  "So here's the big question…" Greg asked as they walked through the snow to the local Inn, while their Izzy rolled her eyes. "If Older Izzy hates me, and younger Old Izzy hates me…and my moves don’t work on an Izzy who knows me better than you, and also don’t work on an Izzy that doesn’t know me at all…why did it work on you?" he asked.

  "Greg, I don’t know. I also don’t like you, why I still find you attractive is beyond my understanding. We all clearly share that subtle spark of attraction and that deep festering frustration that makes all of me want to punch you in the head. So maybe it is just desperation and lack of options. Stockholm syndrome maybe. Maybe we have no compatibility and the only reason we even speak to one another is because we're stuck here together and both of us would break a human. Maybe the printer screwed up and left out a thin but vital layer of my brain." She groaned.

  "Way to make a guy feel special. You know what…no. I'll prove that I have the charm. I'll go make younger-old you like me so much that it makes regular young-you subconsciously want me even more from now on, and then I'll hold that power over your head for a change." He said confidently.

  "Fine. Good luck scoring with me without my help. You'll never win me over with out me winning me over for you." She yelled as she started walking away.

  "I managed once without you." he pointed out. “We both know she already wants me because you want me and she’s just a projection you. So HA!” he yelled.

  Big blue guy walks into a bar. Obviously it’s Greg. No punchline. Greg opens a menu as he waits for the waitress.

  "You again?" sighed Young Older waitress Izzy.

  "We started off on the wrong foot. I'm man enough to admit when I made a mistake and I'm sorry." Greg said.

  "So how do you really know me?" she asked.

  "Boy, that's hard to answer." He smiled with suave frustration."

  "Try telling me the truth." she said.

  "You already warned me not to tell you the truth. You said you wouldn’t believe me." he shrugged. "And by that look you're giving me I can see it was a correct bit of advice you gave me.”

  "Are you drunk or just crazy?" she asked.

  "Hmm, let me think which of those you usually prefer… drunk?"

  "Look, I'm flattered, and it's obvious what you are, you don’t hide it well. This is a neutral place, even your human friends are welcome. I appreciate the apology. I don’t think Samson would value it." She explained.

  "His name is Samson? God, I hate this guy more every moment." Greg sighed as projection Izzy laughed a little.

  "Yea, he is overprotective of me. You came on a bit threatening."

  "I was under the impression you started that series of events." he said looking critical.

  "We have sort of an open relationship. He doesn’t love the idea, but he tolerates it. I am what I am.” She smirked

  "What if I just wanted to get to know you better, nothing physical, just tell me what makes Izzy tick. I find you fascinating." Greg said, taking a thinker pose.

  "Izzy…I like that. Nobody calls me Izzy."

  "Oh they will one day, it'll catch on." he assured.

  "So you really just want to know me better, you have no interest in sex?"

  "Oh I definitely have interest in sex, if that's still an option please let me know any time; I just prefer to know you as a person better as well. That's the objective, my mission if you will…the other is just…inevitable bonus." he admitted.

  "You are strange man. You seem so familiar, but I don’t know you.”

  "Wow, I'm getting used to that introduction. It seems like I always know you before you know me. Works well for me most of the time." he snickered.

  "Strange indeed. You don’t seem like a coward or the kind of man who back down from a fight. Why didn’t you stand up to Samson?" she asked.

  "Technically I did it for you. I’d break your boyfriend, thought that would upset at least one of you." he nodded.

  "He's tougher than he looks, and he looks pretty tough."

  "So tempting, you have no idea how badly I want to amend that opportunity missed.” He sighed.

  "You men and your jealous pride." she smiled.

  "To be fair, I would fight him purely based on that sissy-ass haircut. Blonde pigtail braids? Wow. There is confidence in your sexuality, an then there is Swiss yodeling champion." he scoffed. "What is this? 14th century Sweden?" he joked.

  "15th century England, actually."

  "Right…" he remembered.

  "So…you think he's doing you yet?" Asked Duffy as their Izzy sat and whistled on the wooden porch, enjoying the cold.

  "Maybe; he seems to have gift for that." she said as footsteps approached from the far side of the building.

  "Excuse me Miss." said Samson, puffing up his muscles and letting his golden braids dramatically wave in the breeze.

  "What?" she yawned.

  "You have such lovely eyes, they seem so familiar." He said. Greg's Izzy turned up slowly, looking skeptical.

  "Aren't you someone's fiancé?" she asked.

  "She insists on an open relationship, I can't say I prefer it."

  "Oh good lord, I really am a slut." she sighed flopping her face into her crossed arms as she sat.

  "Okay…that was not my impression." Samson said awkwardly.

  "Yea it was, you find that aggressive slut-vibe alluring." she sighed deeper, hating herself even more.

  "Yes, actually I do." how did you know?"

  "Lucky guess." She snipped.

  "You have a familiar charm to you, and right now I feel very vulnerable, but I feel like I can trust you, even just to talk to. Have we met?’ he asked.

  "Oh, balls. I'm comforting the man who is trying to cheat on me with myself and I don’t know if I hate you for it, or find it romantic." she mutter-groaned into her own elbows.

  "Maybe you had too much to drink tonight. I think it's best we get you to your room and let you sleep it off, try this conversation again sometime? Perhaps until you sober up we should just talk.” He suggested.

  "AUGH, and you’re considerate and sweet and not a vulgar jackass like Greg…I see why I hooked up with you." she sobbed in confused frustration.

  “This Greg is your lover?” Samson asked, jealously.

  “He’s just so… arrogant!” she wailed.

  "You're just so…confident." Subconscious Izzy said.

  "Yes I am." Greg nodded.

  "Samson can be so unsure of himself at times. Not like you, you just know what you want and come right out and say it. Fearless, almost arrogant."

  "You know, I thought you liked that. I was very sure I knew exactly what you looked for in a man... Me." he smirked.

  "Samson is a great guy, but he is so easily threatened by competition and he constantly thinks he needs to prove himself. He can't walk away from a fight, even if he knows I wish he would. There are so few of our kind.” she said, sitting next to Greg.

  “That savage.” Greg sighed shaking his head.

  Young Izzy swigged off a half-bottle of whatever.

  "That Savage, he just never backs down from a fight, even if I tell him to." Greg's Izzy barked angrily, as Samson nodded supportively.

  "I really am uncomfortable discussing your lover like this." he nodded.

  "And that's so honest and sensitive of you to admit. He acts like he has no weakness, like he's too proud to be vulnerable, he doesn’t listen to my problems. Everything is a joke to him." she sobbed, swigging on the unmarked bottle.

  "Greg, it's okay." Subconscious Izzy said, rolling her eyes and trying to be encouraging. “You’re not a joke.” She said with annoyance.

  "I can't do it. I can't do you. I can’t do this you as long as other you doesn’t want me doing you. It just seems wrong." he said burying his face in his knees as he sat on the floor with an empty unmarked bottle.

  "Some women just don’t have the confidence for an open relationship like I have." Subconscious Izzy ironically shrugged.

  "I'm so confused. This was a mistake." Greg moaned. "Or maybe the USB drive wasn’t cleaned properly and I'm just experiencing a software glitch."

  "I'm sure I don’t know what any of that is." Projection-Izzy sighed.

  "I can't, it's not right. I'm such a horrible person." Regular Izzy moaned drunkenly, flinging the bottle.

  "I thought he was cheating on you?" Samson puzzled.

  "I think we may be currently cheating on each other, I don’t even know anymore. But it's not the same. I'm here trying to get even with him and all he did was pick me over me. Clearly the only woman he wants is me, even if it's a different layer of me. I'm the one trying to have revenge sex with you to get even with Greg, and other me is having regular slut-sex with Greg while engaged to you. I’m doing everyone and he’s kinda being defiantly monogamous. Clearly I'm the shit-person in this scenario.” Normal Izzy sobbed. "And you're engaged!"

  "Because you're engaged.” Greg explained to new Izzy. “I'm trying to get you to cheat on your fiancé with me, when I can just have my own you any time. You're just acting on your own past subconscious and here I am such a tool that I can't even be satisfied with one you…I have to have both of you. Why? What is wrong with me? Clearly my you is better, this you is kind of a slut, no offense, I usually dig that. It's just so hard to be so masculine all the time when my emotions are so bottled up", he said uncorking the bottle he was drinking from.

  "Wow, I really am starting to dislike you all over again." Subconscious Izzy said crossing her arms and pacing her room.

  "You Izzys are just so frustrating sometimes, but I honestly don’t know why you put up with me at all." Greg monologued. "I'm horrible. I don’t know why you want me."

  "Me neither, I'm about ready to kick your ass out for being such a drama-queen."

  "Not you, you…MY you! SHE tolerates me. I think you have actually matured with lack of age. Or de-mature WITH age” Greg explained as a very turned-off and lost Subconscious Izzy stood dumbfounded.

  “Hey…” Lawg said, passing appetizers to Duffy.

  “Sup?” she said following her burger with some of Greg’s fries he left behind to get some strange Izzy-poon.

  “Aren’t we supposed to be doing a layered dream thing? It’s like someone forgot and this whole thing just became about Greg and Izzy’s relationship.”

  “Chick-drama 101. Nothing is ever about what it's about. That happens; we’ll get back to it later. Maybe we’ll just break this up into a 2-part mission or something. I’m not about to interrupt them, especially with this free bar food. It's virtual so I cant get fatter. Ye-olde pork roast is the bomb.” Duffy said, returning to her bomb-ass food.

  "You are completely insane, aren't you?" asked Subconscious Izzy to Greg.

  "It's pretty much a proven fact. You really are a saint for being there for me. I always have taken advantage of your patience. I’m sorry for that. You really do look out for me." he said stiffling a sob-attack.

  "No I do not…get the fuck out." She said firmly

  "I meant the cool Izzy, not you. I actually find this you very snippy. Damn, you were a nag back now, weren't you? And I'm already leaving. You can't kick me out if I'm already leaving. I didn’t wanna bang this you anyway, other you has a nicer ass, you need to start hoarding cupcakes or something. I forgot how thin you used to be when you were older…and not in a good way."

  “Stop randomly complimenting and insulting me and get out!”

  "I don’t mean to sound insulting, but I think you should go to him. You clearly don’t want me." Said Samson, giving up entirely.

  "I obviously did, just not anymore, or I didn’t and I will in a few hundred years, I don’t remember how old I am at this point but I'm only 22 here, so I think I'm actually younger. Do you seriously not see the resemblance in us? Why are you not weirded out that I look exactly like her?" Greg's Izzy yelled angrily and with no clue how that works.

  "Yes, you had way too much to drink, this isn't happening. I'm sorry. I love my fiancé too much to do this anyway. Even if she is with someone else.” He said with a masculine sadness in his distant gaze.

  "Yea try saying that when other me is with someone else and he's you too, and that you is man enough to cheat on me with…me. I wanna go home." she said breaking down in tears and dropping the empty bottle.

  "The shit is this?" Greg said, wiping his tears as he shuffled through the snow. "I don't even have tear-ducts." he asked, emotionally confused. "Oh hell, I'm getting emotional induction from Izzy."

  Greg and the regular version of Izzy sat together on a fallen log, as regular Lawg sat across from them on his own log, with Duffy and Marley. The cold air whistled though the awkward silence, and past the Logs and Lawg.

  "So you guys went on a dangerous mission to save the world, at risk of both your sanity and you just ended up being dorks for 2 hours? You both went into her brain looking for answers and found, oh that's right, more drama. Did we learn anything?" Marley asked.

  “Izzy is complicated.” Greg answered.

  “Greg is a horny jerk.” Answered Izzy.

  "We’re both unnaturally horny, we know that now.” Greg defended.

  “Osirians are all insane.” Duffy sighed.

  “Hey, that racist, or species-ist. Not all Osirians are insane!” Greg defended.

  “We clearly are.” Izzy whispered.

  "Oh, us specifically, yea. No argument, I just mean some other Osirians are perfectly sane, it’s probably about 50/50 across the species.” Greg nodded.

  “So are we going into Lawg’s mind for more time or what?” asked Duffy.

  “No, I’m too confused right now. Let’s do Duffy first.” Marley suggested as an ominous version of the big-butts song echoed through the woods. “There is the 'time’s-up booty alarm'. Gotta go into someone’s mind pretty quick.” He yawned.

  “Hey wait, if you stayed behind…how are you here?” asked Duffy.

  “I dunno, this is super confusing, nobody can really grasp it.” he shrugged. Subconscious projection of myself?"

  “I vote Duffy.” Greg nodded.

  “Fine. Duffy.” Izzy agreed, pulling an imaginary dream machine out of nowhere and plugging everyone in. Duffy took the lead lead, and plugged in, as Lawg posed in a glorious stance of adventure.

  “To Duffinity…AND BEYOND!” Lawg announced as they all slumped over like corpses in the snow.