View source for C-AA2307 (Aug 26, 2017)

<span style="font-size: 40px;"><strong><center>C-AA2307</center></strong></span>
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<h1>Puzzle</h1>
<p style="text-align:center;font-size: 20px">“Something Interesting”<br>
See: AA2306 | 4 Words</p>
<h1>Clue</h1>
<span style="font-size: 20px"><strong>Hover over the clues if you require!</strong></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 1: <span class="spoiler-text">What's the 'interesting' thing in AA2306?</span></span><br>

<h1>Answer and Explanation</h1>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Answer: <span class="spoiler-text">Salt And Pepper Snack</span></span><br>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Explanation: <span class="spoiler-text">In the previous receipt, it is said that they got an interesting salt and pepper snack.</span></span>
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<span style="font-size: 20px; color:orange"><strong><center>⚠️BEWARE: THIS IS DECLASSIFIED INFORMATION. WARY EYES ONLY. ENTER AT OWN RISK.⚠️</center></strong></span><br>
<h1>Summary of Receipt</h1>
<span style="font-size: 20px">53 leaves a receipt complaining about how easy it was to sneak into Astoria and just...doing whatever they want.</span>
<h1>Transcript</h1>
<span>CAFE AND DINER RECEIPT FROM */26/17<br>
MANAGER 53<br>
RECEIPT: COLUMNTRIP07<br>
STATUS: FULL SERVICE<br>

Hey CaDudes, it's your one and only and most valuable and precious 53 here. Me and the 1337 h4ck3r manz have arrived, and we're here, we're queer, and we're stealing government information, lmao.

I was HOPING I would get to do my, you know, thing. My 53 thing. Where I blow some stuff up and make some alarms go off, I even brought my fake C4 babydoll, and I didn't even get to use it. There goes another GREAT plan, GONE! I mean, just imagine it, you're an A23 Goon, and you're typing away doing whatever those losers do, and then you hear a babe crying in the distance. How odd, you think. How queer. How perverse. This is no place for children! So you get up to go find the weeping urchin only to discover… IT'S A BOMB! You freak out and run away, but you run away too fast, and you don't even notice that the baby-bomb is just cream cheese.

But alas, no, this was not the day for my explosively flavorful child, who is not biologically mine, because I adopted them from my evil twin sister, who is really me from an alternate dimension. No. Not today. Today the real evil twin sister from an alternate dimension was still in that alternate dimension, and that's where all the A23 hooligans are atm. So me and mikes HARD lemonade just walked right in, and we are doing as we, please. Floor hands up on the tables. Eating whatever we want from the minifridge and blaming it on Summer from H.R., that awful wench.

Anyway. What was the point of this report? Oh. This is why I'm not usually allowed to write them, huh? I get it now. But 62 is busy, busy doing real work, so you get me. You should be so lucky.

Forever and always yours, my beloveds
53</span>