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The camera comes to life, showing Ezra Grambell typing away at his computer. He glances up at the camera and nods.
“Okay,” he mutters, “that should do it.”
He leans back in his chair and calls out through the room’s doorway, “Guys! I’ve got everything set up!”
In response, several toys enter the room, crowding around him. Among them are CatNap, DogDay, Jack, Matthew, and Kevin, Yarnaby, and Jake the Simon Smoke. A few other smaller toys enter as well. Ezra looks around himself and smiles in satisfaction. He then waves at the camera.
“Hello, all you people on the Internet! We figured that, even though it’s not really a secret what happened to all of us, we could answer more questions that people have here than what was asked by the press. Plus, it might put more people at ease!”
CatNap speaks up.
“Plus, talking about our traumas will probably help us deal with it!”
Ezra nods again.
“That too.”
He types on his keyboard again, and a list shows up on screen.
Ezra
Theodore (CatNap)
DogDay
Quinn (Yarnaby)
Jack
Kevin
Matthew
Jake
Dr. Clark (Bron)
Izzy
Odd Ed
Scout
Medic
“Here’s the list of people that you can ask questions or dare to do something if you want.” He pauses for a moment. “Within reason, though. We can’t warp reality as we see fit. Also, keep it appropriate. People of all ages are going to see this.”
DogDay wheels himself closer to the camera.
“The list will also be subject to change. If you don’t see someone who you’d like to ask questions of that isn’t on the list now, they might show up in the future.”
Ezra picks up where DogDay left off.
“Exactly! We figured we’d start small for now and go on from there. So, If you have questions or dares for us, message us, and we’ll record another session! We’ll see you then!”
The camera shuts off.