Here are a range of predictions for the future of France; which we have made in a brasserie in some corner, with a series of coordinates that number multiple 8s, on a road called Méhul. It is November 18th, 2023. Saturday. Samedi. We have commenced at 17:51, the plan hatched at 17:50. - since we three — Lance, Dane, and I — are loving people, as we leave France, there will inevitably be people who feel less loved. And as they feel less loved, they will feel depressed. And they will feel demotivated to love other people. And thus sets in the vicious cycle; like a virus, sadness will spread — uncontrollable like a wildfire. Thus proving that the world is connected. And everyone is an important cog in the grand machine that is the cosmos. - *Lance* - one day I'm going to marry **REDACTED**.[^1] Every day, every night will be sweet as sugar, I will drink — I will sip — slowly from the fountain of our love, as it trickles softly on my never aging flesh, because our love keeps me immortal. - *Dane* - also, I'm an **REDACTED** guy, not a **REDACTED** guy. Actually, I do feel — I do love both; I love a good **REDACTED** - *Also Dane* - With the departure of the merry three, France will be missing thr - *Lance* [^1]: KDD