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Slowly, and with great caution, Kostya slowly navigated through the labyrinth of computer parts. It was a miracle he didn't trip over anything, and not for the first time Kostya wondered why he was here.

Especially because Mark sounded actually sad, which was horrifying. If time had shown anything, it was that he was incapable if handling situations with high levels of emotions.

As he ruminate on how to say... Anything... To Mark about his double break ups, a voice filtered in from behind him, also full of emotion.

And talking about brothers.

It was Dwight. Kostya froze, unsure of what to do. God help him, but it felt bizarrely emotionally intimate.

And while he intended to move, Mark talking about sexy threesomes certainly did not fit the bill for brothers. He'd been told about this, once. America had once explained-- before, when he had been in the midst of his "sexperinents" (her term) about the strange people that roleplayed weird, weird things in the bedroom.

Don't ask, she'd warned. This was a nightmare cultivated, as Kostya essentially had an error on line 1 (much to Syntax's chirping delight) as he tried not to imagine weird, weird sex things between all of the parties Mark mentioned.

"Uhm," Kostya said, slowly setting the bottle down. "Please enjoy sex together. Where you are brothers? I do not... I am. Going now? Da. Going."

He was backing away. And away. And away--

He toppled over a stack of vintage ink jet printers, falling with it into a heap of honestly super gross sorrow and spare parts.

"It's okay bro, I understand. Let it all out."

It took about ten seconds longer for Mark to realize Dwight was gone, and he panicked, looking at his sinking strobe light collection, then at Dwight, then back at his strobe light collection. "I'll save you!"

Dramatically, with two strobe lights in each arm, Mark attempted to bodily part the seas of future useful items maybe, only to be temporarily swallowed by a wave of mahjong tile playsets. It took a while longer for him to navigate out of the sinking rune-like tiles to grab one of Dwight's hands through the swirling pit that was beginning to emerge in a perfect whorl near the left-bottom of the room.

Kostya's sad, limp body was also floating towards the general direction of the whirlpool though he had finally gotten anchored between the unyielding portable fridge and what looked like Lucky's original attempt at a VR headset. Mark quickly placed both strobe lights into Kostya's hoodie before shouting dramatically at Dwight that was beginning to drift further and further away. "Don't give up! Remember who we are bro, WWBD."