on an anniversary.

[tapes]

It has been a while, hasn't it? Twenty-four whole years.

[ A pause, and then: ]

How's Annie?

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[firewalkin]

[Just grimacing.

Grimacing.

Grimacing...

Grinning.

How's Annie, Cooper?]

[tapes]

[ Trying to leave the room ends up being a futile effort, leading Cooper straight back into the red-curtained room in which he started. When he opens his mouth again, it's just the same two words that come out, albeit in a different shape. ]

s'woh einnA?

[firewalkin]

[Give that sweet Garmonbozia, Cooper. Bob's steps are like lead in thick syrup.

Slow band music, warped and hazy wafts through the air like perfume. Bob begins to laugh.]

[coops]

[tapes]

[ Well, if the bewilderment on Cooper's face is anything to go by, it got very Lynchian very quickly up in here. ]

[coops]

[The urge to lift tape recorder and hit the appropriate button is strong.]

I've seen many strange and fascinating things in my time...

[But this takes the proverbial cake.]