Whoever made that temp can, and i say this as (un)kindly as possible, fall into a hole in Mt. Ebbot and meet a talking flower in a pot who explains the plot then wants them dead and/or to rot.
Yh. I guess so. I wonder what time will I go to sleep. It’s practically 2 in the morning, and I have to get up before 5, remain awake for the whole day, and perhaps do the same thing tonight