dancemodena: hey! how's it going?

SaDOS: Not so great. It's been a pretty bad day.

dancemodena: oh sorry to hear it :/
dancemodena: you didn't get bitten by a demonic mutant mouse did you?

SaDOS: No. Worse.
SaDOS: Somebody ate my latest cake.

dancemodena: again??? you need to start labeling them or something

SaDOS: Oh, what a helpful suggestion.
SaDOS: Just kidding. That was sarcasm. It wasn't helpful at all.
SaDOS: Of course I label my baked goods.
SaDOS: They just keep disappearing anyway.
SaDOS: It's hopeless.

dancemodena: maybe see if you can get the higher ups to review the security tapes?

SaDOS: What's the point?

dancemodena: or maybe bring in a cake but fill it with laxitives or something
dancemodena: then you can catch the culprit with their proverbial pants down, hehe

SaDOS: That seems like a lot of trouble.

dancemodena: look, i don't know what to tell you
dancemodena: this is like a daily thing, and you never like my advice
dancemodena: SO i'm gonna cut right to the chase
dancemodena: have you heard from science-rulez602 lately?

SaDOS: Wow, Des doesn't want to hear about my problems. What a shocking development.
SaDOS: No, I haven't heard from him. Looking to talk to someone that you like more?

dancemodena: urgh no
dancemodena: i'm just worried about him is all

SaDOS: And yet it's painfully clear that you're not at all worried about my cake thief.

dancemodena: well
dancemodena: not really
dancemodena: they're just cakes :/

SaDOS: Wow. Okay.
SaDOS: Well if you'll excuse me, I need to do something that you don't care about. As usual.

dancemodena: :/ later.