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2020-03-29
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#228: Vibing
When ur vibing 2 hard and you accidentally levitate in the air in a frenzy of all-knowing godly multireality perception
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![[Norris Poker is sitting on a chair, stroking his chin. Fred is pacing.] Poker: So this guy stole your phone, eh? Fred: Yeah. I noticed it was gone, and then I turned around and saw a guy with a green shirt carrying my phone. [Poker gets his laptop.] Poker: Ok, I'll search the FBI databases. Fred: You have access to those?! [Poker smiles.] Poker: Ha, no. Someone hacked it a few weeks ago. I guess they haven't noticed yet. [Screenshot of a Google-like FBI Search website. Results are displayed with camera number, timestamp, and shirt color.] SEARCH BAR: in:Margonsfield+Theater shirt:green OTHER TOOLS: 750 results - Sort by Newest - Showing results for thater - Search instead for theater Poker (off-panel): 750 results. Can you narrow it down a little more? Fred (off-panel): Um...they also had jeans on. [A determined Poker taps furiously.] SFX: TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP BLING! [Poker runs, laptop in arm.] Poker: Ok, I've got their address. Let's go. Fred: What? Now? [Poker smiles as the background dramatically darkens.] Poker: Yup. It's time to close this case.](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZllWNDzJqBuKcbDos60tvN4VUCjukBlEagyvZkA-UYE7Dd2X5xgO4lpGO1juPHDuZsbOVk1zoJrNCghOzPpo2PGBJDw0kSXZK8XaH3R1EmVo9GRGiSSNx2RXOLGX0tWc3NdG7DjOsfg/w320-h480/NorrisPokerPartTwo.jpg)
![[Fred is walking towards the off-panel door.] SFX: DING DONG Fred: That must be my private eye. UNKNOWN (off-panel): Who? [Fred opens the door. A man with curly side hair is on his doorstep.] Norris Poker: Hey there. [Close up, man slides his sunglasses down a bit.] Norris Poker: Name's Poker. [The background dramatically darkens, highliting Poker.] Norris Poker: *Norris* Poker.](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-t9WjYvJkT-GcbKRw0tvBGTuai0nn8y7RC25SizcafeOUVqKHY726YEukDPwhaW8oAj7F6m0EcLhdE09_uLl-LkIGBDNwL1pJM9aI19Tns7DWTC9S3xXpmiM33Z9p9t3EiPGVucnWE9U/s640/NorrisPokerPartOne.jpg)
![[Alex walks in to the panel.] Alex: Hey Max, I'm home! Max (off-panel): Over here. [Max is meditating in mid-air, a laptop, book, chair, and cup are floating in the air around him along with a blue glow.] Alex: Whoa... [Alex close up.] Alex: How are you doing this? [Zoom out again.] Max: Doing what? I'm just "vibing". Alex: This isn't vibing.](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeDQO7N-Vrmv2DM2t7HoMN1nLg4b1h9oYY2Cj2fKOuu1ZJtT36EHpndn18rWSmNFFTWzR4E0X7RO6N4wEcVal8uhZ1ZzKVz9NVURKPTbOJcyiUXBpZ93eNCCe-6-H-LqjEB-2QFJWK6w/s640/Vibing.jpg)