Trooper Station, Thursday

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A gremlin had gotten into the caf machine. Not quite literally. It wasn't like there was gremlin gore in it. But apparently some gremlins had opened the thing up and started spitting in it as some sort of competition, as far as Jessica could tell. She was taking care to scrub the hell out of it right now.

Meanwhile, the clones behind her performed West Side Story. So. Much. Snapping.