Aaahh….oohhh….Ka : oohh….sala bokachoda….jore jore angul dhoka amar pode….iisss….ki aram…..aaaahhhh…..khankir beta…angul diye amar p...od mar….aaahhhhhh….. Aaahhhhhh……mago…..oooohhh…oohh…Ra : aaaahhhh…..ar parchi na…ooohh…oohhh…eeehhh….eaahh….aaaaahh…. Gudta khap khap korche….or jore jore thapa….aaaiiii…..amar khosbe…..Ami : uuhh…uuhhh….ki re magi…eto taratari khasabi…..Ra : ha re banchot…..oohhhhh…ooohhhhh…..aro jore thapa…..chude ja….aaaiiihhhhhhhh…..oooohhhh……sala chude amar pet kore. She chatted with the man for about an hour. He told her he was married with children and the sad tale of why he cheated on his wife. He definitely wanted Casey to feel sorry for his situation.Casey and the man seemed to get along online. He told her his name was Jason. He said he traveled for his job but would be in her area on business. He wanted to meet Casey. He wanted to meet Casey the next time he was in town. Casey was excited and wanted to meet him too. Jason seemed like a nice. One day, while climbing, a villager started laughing uncontrollably at the absurdity of their situation. She told everyone that the mountain was naught but a divine trap. Nothing but death awaited them. Behind them, ahead of them, everywhere and everything was doom. So she laughed and laughed. Perhaps out of desperation or enlightenment, the other villagers started laughing with her. As they laughed, they realized that the bandits chasing them seemed farther and farther away while the summit. Viv nodded with wide eyes and giggled loudly. “That. Was. Amazing!” she declared before unbuckling the restraints and running out of the cockpit at full tilt. A familiar faint pungent aroma followed Viv as she ran down the corridor and he had to grin. “Girls and their good vibrations,” he thought, trying not to laugh aloud. Chuckling, he locked the flight stick and watched the FTL Drive’s power levels for a few minutes. He heard giggling from his cabin and swiveled the chair around to look down.