#multi-agent

[northwoodsguru]

Manus AI vs GPT: Discover how a new autonomous, multi-agent system challenges GPT’s global scale & proven performance in AI's next era!

[jcmarchi]

The Sequence Engineering #464: OpenAI’s Relatively Unknown Agent Framework

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The Sequence Engineering #464: OpenAI’s Relatively Unknown Agent Framework

OpenAI Swarm provides the key building blocks for implementing agents.

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Welcome to The Sequence Engineering where we discuss core AI engineering topics, frameworks, platforms, implementation techniques etc. As mentioned in our Sunday series, we are starting 2025 with a very exciting editorial calendar with 6 editions.

The Sequence Knowledge: Continuing with educational topics and related research. We’re kicking off an exciting series on RAG and have others lined up on evaluations, decentralized AI, code generation, and more.

The Sequence Engineering: A standalone edition dedicated to engineering topics such as frameworks, platforms, and case studies. I’ve started three AI companies in the last 18 months so have a lot of opinions about engineering topics.

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To officially kick off our edition about AI engineering, we are going to focus on a framework released by OpenAI for multi-agent interactions that remains relatively unknown.

OpenAI Swarm is an experimental framework designed for exploring and developing multi-agent systems. It provides a lightweight and flexible interface for coordinating the actions and interactions of multiple agents, enabling the creation of complex and emergent behaviors. Swarm is explicitly intended for educational and experimental purposes; it’s not built for production environments and does not offer official OpenAI support.

Architecture

[kaithefirst0127]

this is not what i had planned but its what I birthed.. enjoy idk

[megadraws24]

I love Acht :D

[bisexualfbiagents]

And if given the choice between advancing my career by being blindly loyal to some faceless puppeteers pulling strings from the shadows, or to throw in with you two, make no mistake about it. I'd make the same decision every single damn time.

THE X FILES GIF MEME [1/4] DYNAMICS Mulder x Scully x Skinner

[2hoothoots]

Hey Raz, Who is your spotter for weight lifting? With the ridiculous amounts you lift, i wonder who you have that could help out if something went wrong with a lift.

it helps when your spotter is telekinetic

[wasabikitcat]

I can never take the whole trans bathroom debate seriously because it relies on the premise that gendered public restrooms are a "safe space" for women, which I find hilarious. like girl, people are doing heroin in there. roughly 25% of the time there will be a stall that looks like a murder occured in it, and depending on where you are there's the lingering thought that it could've actually been a murder and not just a tampon incident. Sometimes there's shit on the walls. I don't think public restrooms are a "safe space" for anyone.

[a-drifting-mannequin]

Insolent

Fandom: Sonic (specifically the movie)

Pairings: Dr. Eggman | Dr. Robotnik/Agent Stone; Stobotnik

Warnings: Cussing (there's like one cuss word)

This fic is inspired by @tubby1230 with their own take on the Reverse Stobotnik AU.

I was just really bored and wanted to write something that could test my not-so-extended imagination.

⚠︎Not much has been added to this AU by the original creator so I’m just gonna depend on what there is so far while also throwing some of my personal takes in.⚠︎

His monitor was blinding his eyes at this point. Not a very great idea to pull an all-nighter on a project that was just about finished anyway. They can do the assembly themselves; all he was assigned to do was to make blueprints and models for it.

Sighing in both exhaustion and frustration, Stone stretched his arms over his head, earning a few pops from his tired spine. Maybe getting a little sunlight wouldn’t hurt.

Standing up from where he was sitting for the past two days with minimum movements, having his little Pebbles bring him the essentials to keep his body running, Stone made a few turns to enter the small bathroom close to his lab.

His appearance was just as he predicted it would look like. Messy hair, reddened eyes from staring at the holo-screens for way too long. His suit and jacket looked like they’ve been crumbled and tossed around, visible creases already driving deep into the fabric. His beard almost looked unkempt if it wasn’t for the very few attempts, he made during those two days to make sure it was in perfect condition.

Stone groaned and complained heavily to himself, quickly stripping out of the suit that had clung to him and tossing it into the laundry basket before going for a shower.

His hygiene routines usually last longer, an effort to make himself look more presentable than others in the agency. But, just for today, he didn’t feel like it was completely necessary. For his facial appearance, that is.

Getting out from under the soothing water flow of the shower wouldn’t have been so difficult if he didn’t know that he had a meeting today. Not only was he supposed to present the project that he had finished an hour ago but also stay afterwards for Walters to talk about some changes that will happen. Not changes to the agency, but changes to only him in specific.

“I’ll murder you all one day.” Stone groaned, hands coming up to cover his face. The threat was directed to no one in general.

Drying himself off and trimming his beard so it wouldn’t look over grown, Stone grabbed his new attire for the day. Luckily, his precious little Pebbles had ironed his clothes to perfection. Maybe he shouldn’t have worn that black coat days before. Stone really need to tone down the color of half of the clothes he has in his wardrobe.

He didn’t really specify what he wanted to wear, so upon closer inspection of what his machines got from his messy closet, Stone was more or less disappointed.

Set on the counter was a neatly folded purple turtleneck along with black dress pants, all set next to each other in the order of how he usually puts on his clothes. The shirt and the pants weren’t something he would be complaining about; his disappointment was more directed towards one of his machines carrying one of his more or less pristine white coats.

Even if he viewed the coats he owned as ‘white’, every time he goes out shopping, the color ‘white’ constantly varies. The coat which was presented to him was more of a light beige color, which he didn’t like very much but nonetheless was too tired to go get himself another one.

After spending a few minutes in front of the mirror, adjusting his coat to his liking, Stone turned to pluck one of his many optic frames off a display stand, examining it in the light before putting it on. Today’s color seemed to be titanium white for frames and periwinkle for the lenses.

“Thank you darlings, papa’s off to work!” Stone announced loudly, making sure that all of his machines detected his voice as well as his farewell.

They all responded in affirmative beeps, some hovering over to him just to bump against his arm. Stone let out a small, breathy laugh at the endearment he was getting from them, patting their hulls before existing the lab with his coat flowing behind him.

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Maybe he should’ve sent someone else to do this presentation for him.

Maybe he should’ve excused himself from such idiocy just to work on multiple other projects.

He had a handful of agents at his disposal, less than happy to take on his orders but does so anyways because of the fear of being laid off. Even if Walters didn’t and still hasn’t approved of how he treats his agents, the commander can’t say that the number of agents that got caught slacking had decreased lately.

Stone quickly finished up with the presentation, being as vague as possible when describing their abilities just so he could get out of there sooner. Everyone within the room stared at him, some unimpressed while some are paying way too much attention.

When it was finally over, Stone sighed in relief, feeling lighter than when he was answering those morons’ questions.

As Stone thanked everyone for attending, the sudden reminder that he was expected to stay gave him an immediate headache. If he wasn’t so worried about his funding, he would’ve left with a little flourish, maybe he would even say something. But alas, he’s been on thin ice with Walters for a while now, and if he continues to skate around in circles he’s sure to fall into the freezing depths below.

Shutting the door and locking it for some more privacy, Stone returned to his seat, leg crossed over each other while both his arms rested on the arms of the chair.

From afar or without enough knowledge, Stone would look like a flamboyant boss while Walters looked no more than a manager.

Oh how Stone wished that would be the reality. He doesn’t dream of it often, but it sure does give him a tiny boost during the day.

“Thank you for attending today’s meeting. That was an excellent presentation, doctor.” Walters commented, a smile on his lips with an underlying bitterness.

Stone didn’t try to give a snarky comeback at the halfhearted attempt to fuel his ego. Instead, a similar smile was offered, Stone making sure that his smile comes as both bitter and sour.

Walters sat down at the top of the table, pulling out his tablet and a physical file. On the cover was the red stamp that reads ‘CLASSIFIED’ with bold letters.

Soon, Stone was presented with a digital picture of an agent, looking a few years older than the doctor himself.

Unlike the doctor, this agent seemed almost pale in comparison to the doctor’s dark skin tone. His hair was dark brown, appearing black due to the lighting in the picture. Combed back with what seemed like an attempted to make it look like a parted top, Stone could say he almost appreciated the effort. There were ample stubbles on his jawline, paired with a handlebar mustache. His eyes looked like they were trying to bore holes into the camera lenses itself, cold and calculated with a hint of mischief.

“Dr. Stone, we’re assigning you a personal assistant to help you with projects and to keep you in check.” Commander Walters announced, pulling out the file of this supposed assistant and placing in front of the doctor. “We highly suggest you don’t fire this one without a notice in advance like last time.”

Stone picked up the file and smiled politely, pretending to look over this agent’s profile. “Thank you for being so considerate as to send another fool to my lab.”

Walters sighed heavily, his fingers coming up to pinch at his nose bridge while he observed the egoistic doctor from the corner of his eye. Stone just smiled mockingly, though he did try to actually look through this agent’s profile.

“He’s 48 years old?” Stone commented eventually, putting agent…whatever’s file down, pointing at the space where agents and any government officials would fill in their age. “You’re going to send me, what, a caretaker? Babysitter?” At this point, Stone felt like he should punch this man’s face in for ever even suggesting such an idea.

The commander, clearly not having enough energy to put up with this, pointed at a side note that was added to the agent’s file, signaling that he no longer wanted to talk but still needed Stone to consider taking this agent.

‘Agent Robotnik has refused to retire even with many attempts at convincing him. When presented with physical convincing attempts, Agent Robotnik retaliated with physical violence.” 

Stone snorted at the note, already imagining the many attempts of making a man like that leave his job. Even with the entertaining thoughts about the agent, Stone still wouldn’t accept having someone wandering around his lab, thinking that they could work their way into his favor.

But he decided to sign the contract anyway, making this agent his official assistant after looking at his skills as well as his impressive streak.

“Thank you for your cooperation today, doctor.” Walters said as he gathered up his own belongings for the day. Stone just nodded, pushing his frames higher on his nose bridge.

“That’s correct.” Walters didn’t bother looking Stone in the face, appearing tired and mildly frustrated with the doctor’s immaturity.

“I supposed this agent will be sent down immediately tomorrow like the rest of them?” Stone asked as he got up from his seat. He already knew the answer, but it was an attempt.

An attempt at being nice, just so the higher-ups could go back to being delusional so he could get his funding.

Stone nodded, hand itching near his pocket to pull out a cigarette. Deciding against it, Stone redirected his hand to his front pocket instead, pulling out a stick of spearmint gum and chewing it silently as he returned to the comfort of his lab.

That agent better not be late tomorrow. No small mistakes would be forgiven.

[bewwy1455]

Did you guys know I make fan fiction as well?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63366691

[agent-holster]

ITS FINISHED! The Haven’t you noticed I’m a star IEYTD MAP is done!

I’ve absolutely loved working on this with my team and I hope you enjoy it too!

[hope-to-hell]

I like you a latte part 2: the one where they go to Montana (the author is a dirty liar). Agent Stone x Ivo Robotnik. Smut, handjobs, fingers in mouth. These two guys, I swear.

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Once upon a time, there were two fools in love: the illustrious Doctor Robotnik, who did not yet have plans to take over the world but was getting a bit bored of his current job, and his wide-eyed, slightly less than innocent companion, Agent Stone.

Okay, so. The last thing we saw was those two dumbasses finally getting their shit together, by which I mean Ivo Robotnik finally realized that a) Agent Stone, who may or may not have acquired his position through less than legal means— (Oh, come on. This again?) Please. Can we at least get through the introduction? Anyway. Where was I? Ahem.

Ivo Robotnik finally realized that a) Agent Stone wanted him– not power or prestige, not anything but to stand at his dear Doctor’s side and get punched in the stomach once a day and twice on Thursdays, and b) Ivo himself very much wanted to see where this was headed. Are we caught up? Yes? Good. On we go. And yes, there is very much more to them. But we’re trying to make a snazzy introduction here, so the elaboration can wait.

The funny thing is, as far as anyone else is concerned, nothing at all has changed. Anyone seeing the two of them just worries about that poor Agent Stone and how terribly that nasty Doctor Robotnik treats him. It’s not like the goons down at the canteen are at all subtle with their whispering. Did you see those bruises on his wrists? I heard Robotnik hung him from the rafters for breathing too loud. He only wishes he could get Ivo to tie him up. (Hey!) But grabby hands are almost as good, at least when they’re still in the “make out like horny teenagers in a Dennys parking lot” stage. (It was a Red Lobster. At least get the facts straight.) Oh, like that’s a whole lot better.

Stone still makes coffee and Ivo glowers and pretends he isn’t halfway to pushing Stone down over the workbench and doing delightfully indecent things to him. Okay, so he’s more than halfway. In fact, he’s doing it right now. Let’s move in for a closer look. See how Stone’s got his arms back above his head, gripping the edge of the workbench? His thumbs are cramping up something awful, but that’s fine. The aesthetic is sublime, with how his spine’s arching like a needy cat’s— what, got nothing to say about that?-- one boot planted on a chair and the other digging into Ivo’s ass, heel snarled in the fabric of his coat. And normally he’d get told off for that— you’ll be smoothing those wrinkles out with your tongue— , but right now Ivo’s a little busy sucking a deep bruise into the tender skin beneath Stone’s jaw, where there will be no possible way to hide it.

Oh, that’s a sight. But it’s distracting from the point of the story, because this is the story of when they finally fuck. (Jesus. Crude much?) Listen, it’s not like we’re just going to jump straight to the horizontal half-marathon, the two-headed bed monster, the— okay, okay. This is supposed to be a lighthearted romp, a pg-13 romantic comedy deal. If we get too bogged down in details, this is going to turn x-rated in a hurry and you’ll just have to wait for the director’s cut for that one. (Now you’re teasing them. Isn’t that a little cruel?)

A little cruelty never hurt anyone. For now just use your imaginations and we’ll see if we can get through this without having to up the rating. They’re not going to get much farther right now, anyway. The red phone is ringing and some poor Guy has to stick his head through the door and stutter out hey, um, I know you’re busy but you really gotta pick up the phone. There’s a call coming in: something about a power surge out in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Not as interesting as what they’re up to, but too bad. A contract is a contract, and if Ivo wants that sweet sweet government funding he’d better get there in a hurry.

Who gives a damn about the finer points of packing, and whether or not Stone has something casual in his duffel bag (he does: there’s a set of comfy sweats in there, just in case. The man can’t possibly wear a suit every second of the day. Also, he sleeps nude. Just thought that was worth mentioning). (Oh my god are we really going there?) Of course we are, or do I have to bring up that time in Oslo? (Ugh. Fine.) To be fair, he does keep his boots by the bed just in case he has to do some emergency agent-ing after hours. It’s certainly not in the hopes he’ll be discovered by a certain doctor jonesing for a late-night caffeine fix, even if he has some very interesting thoughts about that.

But this is the story of the first time they fuck, is it not? And like any good story, it needs a decent leadup: something to whet the appetite, something that’ll build tension higher and higher until it all comes tumbling down in a delightful spray of various bodily fluids. So this is where it gets good:

Picture the Wachowski residence, late morning. Ivo Robotnik is laid out on the floor, bruise blooming on his cheek, snoring mean-spirited little snores. Now picture Stone, out of breath, barreling through the front door and probably leaving scorch marks on the floorboards as he skids to a halt. His heart’s banging around in his ribcage like one of those old-timey punching balloons. Doctor, are you alright?

Fuck, that guy hits hard for a little dweeb. Oh, good, the Doctor’s insults are intact. He’ll be fine. Stone helps him up and is immediately treated to a thousand-watt glare. And where were you?

Um. Outside? You could punish me, if you like. Isn’t he hopeful? Such a glutton for punishment. Bet you know what’s coming next. I know you like this part. Listen close for that wet guh when Ivo grabs Stone by the lower teeth and yanks him into berating range. This is the kind of manhandling Stone dreams about: rough, artless, leaving him gagging on Ivo’s fingers. (I remember.)

Oh yes, my masochistic little limpet. Ivo’s fingers are twitching in Stone’s mouth. Your punishment— would you stop licking me for one second, I’m trying to make a point here— your punishment is to think about this— and he’s reaching with his other hand, not to deliver a blow but to grab Stone right between the legs, rough enough to hurt but Stone’s making some very enthusiastic sounds and his cock’s waking up to say hello. But that’s not the punishment. That happens when Ivo takes both hands away. Now suffer. I’ll see you later. I’m thinking tacos for dinner. And Stone? Don’t you dare touch yourself.

(That day was brutal.) I’ll bet. Our dear Agent Stone has to do a bowlegged walk back to the mobile lab, poor thing, trying to relieve some of that pressure without actually touching. Doc said no, and Stone’s gonna be the best boy and listen. It’s not like he’s a horny teenager ready to go off at the slightest touch, even if it has been a while. He can keep his hands off his dick. He can.

Remember how Stone sleeps naked? Well, he’s tossing and turning that night, still— shall we say— frustrated. Every time he thrashes, the sheets fall a little lower until they’re just barely hanging on, brushing against his skin, helping him dream all sorts of lascivious dreams. He’s not touching; even in slumber he’s still doggedly obeying Ivo’s order. But he can’t help the soft breathy Ivo that slips from his lips. Good thing the Doctor is passing by just at that moment. How very convenient.

Look, it’s one thing for Robotnik to be innocently strolling down the hall minding his own business when he spies Agent Stone sprawled out on the bed, artfully lit by soft red lowlights. It’s another thing for him to cross the threshold, creeping to the bed until he’s close enough to hear his own name. And it’s another thing still for him to press a hand over Stone’s mouth and lean down to murmur a positively diabolical wakey wakey, eggs and bakey. He’s lucky he doesn’t get his arm broken at the very least. Maybe Stone smelled him while he was sleeping.

(Honestly? I could hear him when he came in. He’s not as sneaky as he thinks; I don’t think he’s ever managed to sneak up on me properly.) Oh shit, for real? Even that time with the cuffs? (Even the time with the cuffs.) But despite that, the whole hand-over-mouth business— the sudden intimate contact— is a bit of a surprise. (Got me there.) Even more surprising is the way Ivo pries Stone’s mouth open.

You liked my fingers in your mouth before, huh? You get another taste, lucky you. Now suck. And Ivo strokes the pads of his fingers over Stone’s tongue, pushing deeper til the saliva on his hand starts to get thick and ropy. Get ‘em nice and wet. Oh, good boy, there you go.

It’s nice to know the words still have the same effect: Stone jerks like lightning just struck him in the asshole, garbling out the most undignified grargh. But our boy Stone hasn’t survived this long without picking up a few useful skills. He gets a leg hooked around Ivo and does some sort of bafflingly effective roll to get the Doctor under him. Surprise. The effect’s a bit ruined by Stone’s smile, open and bright, even as Ivo’s spitting like a wet cat.

Fucker.

And Stone? He’s trailing a wet finger across the bruise on Ivo’s cheek, suddenly serious. I should’ve been there. I’m sorry.

Hence the punishment, or couldn't you manage it? Don’t tell me you couldn’t keep from touching yourself for one day.

Not once, even though it was so. very. hard. Subtle. Real good pillow talk. (Shut up, you’re ruining it.) I was dreaming about you. Your hands on— on me.

Well, now. Isn’t that something. Oh, looks like the boss has an idea. On your knees, facing away. Oh fuck, it’s happening, isn’t it? The fucking bit? Nope. Not quite. It’s still pretty good though, so stick around. While Stone’s busy trying to get turned around and in position without kneeing himself in the face, Ivo’s already getting to his knees, planting himself firmly on the bed. That’s it. Lean back against me. Now this is what you’re going to do. You’re going to put your hand over mine, and you’re going to stroke your cock like that.

Oh, Stone isn’t going to last long like this at all. Ivo’s hand is warm and callused, proof that— as much as he likes the high-tech electronic side of things— he’s more than adept at getting his hands dirty. And Stone makes their hands into a fist around his cock, awkward at first until he figures out their rhythm. The saliva’s already drying up and it’s gonna be a wicked burn but that’s okay. Who needs skin when he’s got Ivo’s hand on him? He tightens their grip, moving faster. He’s so very close. Just a few more seconds—

Stop.

Fuck. fuckfuckfuck. Would you look at that: Stone manages to pull himself back from the edge, but it’s a near thing. As it is, he nearly breaks his own nose with how hard he flings their hands away. Doesn’t stop him from jerking his hips into empty air, the poor thing, or from hissing what the fuck.

Remember your place, my sweetly desperate sycophant. You want it? Ask me nicely. He’s teasing now, raking the nails of one hand over Stone’s chest, tugging at the hair, and the other returns to where Stone desperately needs him to be— but his touch is light, teasing, fingertips stroking up the underside of the shaft (God. I thought I might die right there). Well?

What’s the matter? Too proud to say please? Ivo tweaks a nipple, grinning into the side of Stone’s neck. Oh, this is a fun game. I could just leave you here, maybe come back in the morning and see how you’re holding up. Do you think you’ll be able to get back to sleep like this? I wonder. You know he’ll play dirty: he’ll order Stone not to touch, and Stone will doggedly obey. That’s the game. He shifts like he’s about to get up when Stone grabs his wrist.

Now, Stone can be stubborn as hell. Otherwise he’d never have made it in G.U.N., never risen to the illustrious rank of Robotnik’s Favorite. There’s a part of him that wants to hold out, to refuse to beg. But that part is pretty small, and is quickly smothered by the rest of him, all of which is so turned on, so needy, so—

Okay. I fold. Please.

Please what? Bastard. Dirty, low-down, vicious—

Look at Stone. His whole face is flushed; heat spreads down his throat to his chest. (I can still feel it.) Desperate, sweet boy. Ivo could get him to do absolutely anything, couldn’t he? (Jerk.) He wants it so badly, his whole body is on a hair trigger. His voice is soft, cracked. Please get me off. Touch me. I need it— need you.

That’s good. Just what I needed to hear. Ivo tightens his grip with a twist and a tug; he sinks his teeth into the junction of Stone’s neck and shoulder. It’s absolutely perfect, burning through him like fire. Now pay attention, if your addled brain has any processing power left. I’m going to get you off, and you’re going to keep your hands to yourself. Next time, I expect you to fuck me.

Have you ever cum so hard you couldn't see? Because Stone does. He can’t breathe, can't speak. All he can do is fall apart. Cum spurts over Ivo’s hand, but he doesn’t. stop. moving. Stone whines, trying to shrink away from the stimulation, but Ivo’s there to hold him steady. All he can do is take it. Fuck, ‘s too much. I can’t. I’m gonna, I’m, I—

Orgasm bites through him again, smaller and sharper: it’s pleasure with vicious teeth, and leaves him shivering. (Never felt anything like it before. It was— intense.) What about you? He can feel Ivo burning hard and hot at his back.

Ivo scoffs. It’s unimportant. I already got what I wanted— for now. Not ominous at all. Nope, he’s definitely not up to something. He slithers off the bed and saunters to the door. Sleep tight, Agent. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow.

This is a story that contains one lie, or maybe it’s only half a lie. It all depends on your definition of the word fuck. (It’s definitely false advertising.) Okay, that’s it. Next time we’re revisiting that night in Oslo.

(Oh, dammit.)

[magick-mr-skull]

I hunger

Sorry if it’s choppy

[ohshitfangirlalert]

Sharing Rio's playlist again because every time I add to it or listen to it I can think of her over the centuries listening to songs and they reminded her of Agatha or the love they shared or their child. (I am coping)

What are some songs that make u think of Agathario/Vidarkness?

[nodaudaboutitt]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars: Rebellion Era - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus & Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios Characters: Alexsandr Kallus, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Kassius Konstantine Additional Tags: future kalluzeb, Character Study, Canon Compliant, Alternative Perspective, kallus character study, Kallus POV, Mid-Canon, Rebel Alexsandr Kallus, Imperial Security Bureau (Star Wars) Summary:

After a night on a frozen moon with his sworn enemy, Kallus' imperial indoctrination begins to crack, how will he cope when his worldview begins to crash around him.

Character Study of Agent Kallus following The Honorable Ones, looking into his transition from ISB agent to Fulcrum. Will do my best to remain canon compliant but will take liberties since the show left some gaps for me to dig into >:)

[the-multi-dimensional-fbi]

Knock, knock.

I would appreciate any strange candies you might have.

01000110/@ford-between-dimensions

*the door opens*

Huh….you look familiar….eh I’m probably just confused…

Anyway, Here kiddo, Take this beetle, I think it’s the freshest one I have, pretty lucky.