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Hey, boxerella. Alana's out there muttering about "MG's boxes, MG's boxes." I wonder if that's what she chose as her healing mantra?

Ha. Hey, Vin. Yeah, these same stupid boxes. She said to just toss them, but that doesn't seem right, right? How can I figure out what's in them?

Hold on a minute. Hmmm.

Are you petting them, Vin?

I'm trying to get a sense of their vibrational energy. I get a sense that it's some kind of books or printed material.

I got the same sense when I could barely lift them. And they don't make any noise or anything. Weird that they're unmarked, right?

Did you try looking at the tops for shipping info?

Look, Vin, the tops are blank.

MG, these are the bottoms. They're all upside down.

They are?

Mm hm. Just look at the tape. Nobody turned them over?

Um, no.

Well, let's see. Here we are. They all have shipping bar codes.

Vin, you're a genius!

Well, I can't read the bar codes. And they don't give off any vibes. But maybe one of the mailroom boys can use one of those little laser zapper gun thingers and see what they say?

Brilliant.

And if that doesn't work, just send them to me.

The boxes?

No, honey, the mailroom boys.