Someone's managed to force their way through the doors of the RPS Treehouse, and like a cat that knows it belongs wherever it pleases, he's settled himself in the corner he's deemed comfiest, and refuses to budge. Ah well, might as well mic him up and ask him what he's playing this weekend.
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