[Canon is the SCP Foundation. For Ink City's 4th Wall Event.] Commencing epic fail in 3...

[amajorchord]

So you're asking yourself: "What the fuck am I doing?" Which is the multimillion dollar question here. But whatever it is, the answer is no.

Honestly, you should have something better to do with your time than Photoshop a third eye onto a man who looks nothing like me for an event that's a month away.

[It sounds bad when you say it like that. Besides, it's your fault for having three eyes in the first place.]

Hey. Don't hate me because I have dubious properties attributed to myself.

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[amajorchord]

Of course. I meant monitoring in the area you have chosen to inhabit.

And... I suppose that could work. Of course, it might be a bit hard to explain to the Administrator.

[caesarcipher]

While I'm certain my current home is somewhere your foundation has previously taken note of, perhaps even on several occasions, I'm afraid that as well is information you will not be provided.
You see, it's a very special place, Director Clef. A place with a delicate balance. A balance I cannot allow to be disturbed. A place with a purpose.

And after all, there's already someone there doing your job.
More or less.

[amajorchord]

...Hm. We don't have any documented organizations located there...

I cannot promise that others from the Foundation will not attempt to coerce you otherwise.

[caesarcipher]

Located where?

I can assure you, it is for inarguably necessary purposes that they do not. But if they insist, I will have to simply make them understand, and see things my way.
And if I cannot do so on my own...
Well, I have friends in high places.

[amajorchord]

Oh, I just was hoping the ambiguity of my statement would make you to unwittingly answer that question, my bad.

I'll be sure to pass the message along.

[caesarcipher]

[A soft chuckle.]

I'm not so easily fooled, Director. And more often than not, try to stay at least one step ahead.

I am also not the only one who would quite appreciate if you did so.