Dave sighed, both out of Rose's pestering, and the lack of response from John. He continued to type away.

"I'unno, ask John. He's the wife." His fingers continue tapping away at the keys. "And it was sarcasm, Lalonde..."

Dave's voice lowered as he continued typing out a longer message, slowly muttering the words to himself aloud.

"John, John. Where. Are. You. I... am getting... a little spooked here... since this place is dark... and you are retarded... darkness plus retardation equals... pretty. much. doom."