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[strongeralone]

 [Behold - the almighty arsenal of doom is being pulled out. He fully intends on taking turns with these, one of them's bound to make a hole in the headspace. Right?]

I ain't gonna say this again, girl. You let me and my boy out or I'm takin' you down with me. 

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[strongeralone]

What happens when you smash the mirrors?

['cause this is valuable information here.]

[dashboardlite]

You get seven extra years of bad luck?

[It's not much to offer, but-]

Tried it. There's nothin' behind 'em. The mirror-people are all under the Red Queen's thumb, she sends 'em out when she feels like screwin' around with us, makes the mirrors easy to walk through. Happens every so often, but not all the time.

[Which is probably for the better, given that some people's mirror selves are rather...unsavory.]

[strongeralone]

What happens if you smash all of 'em.

[dashboardlite]

They fix themselves! It's driving me nuts. Sammy even looked into it at the library we got here, but we ended up with jack-squa- Nothin'.

[He corrects himself quickly, remembering who he's talking to.]

Nothing, sir.

[strongeralone]

[Under the circumstances, you get a free pass on that.]

What do you know about that queen? What is she?

[dashboardlite]

[Thank God for that.]

We, uh- We had an event a few weeks back where there was this giant...dragon-thing, someone said it was a Jabberwocky. Few of us tried to bring it down, but the only one who could was this lady in red, and all the mirror-versions said it was their queen.

[Oh, right, something else should be explained.]

...Sometimes you can talk to some of the mirror-people by writing. If they feel like answering.

[strongeralone]

[Ok there is nothing funny about this wonderland. He demands his son's release from that place right now :||||]

How long have you and your brother been there?

[dashboardlite]

[Good luck with that threat, John. Muns don't listen too well, remember? And this one is laughing maniacally whilst petting a fluffy cat on the head.]

Sammy got here a coupla months ago. I've been here over a year.

[Wince.]

[strongeralone]

[Just you wait mun person. Just you wait.]

Over a year and no progress?

[He's not pleased. Then again, the Sam he's living with isn't doing any better and is closing in on a year too.]

Is it only the two of you?

[dashboardlite]

[WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT!

Dean doesn't even need to reply with a "Nada." He simply nods. No progress at all, really, except for some investigative work, most of which has come up a bit fruitless.]

Just us.

[Both from their earlier years, too. What Dean doesn't know is that there appears to be a certain English cat-burglar applying, but he'll find out sooner or later.]

[strongeralone]

Watch out for him - he loses his way too easily.

[Dammit he needs to be there to supervise all the Sammy's of all the internet :|]

[dashboardlite]

Yes sir.

[This Sammy is all right for now. The same could be said about Dean, but he's not the one who needs looking out for.]

I'll keep an eye on 'im at all times.

[Just like always.

And while the narration is away that this is merely a voice test, the narration will also leave a convenient link with John's mun, just in case.]

[strongeralone]

[Have a pat on your shoulder there, Dean.]

Good boy. Let me know if he's getting out of hand.

[Such a convenient narration it is! This narration shall thank it and take it to mean that John's mun is not doing as horribly as she thinks she does.]