[wonderful! we ignore everything. It's loss week (real not clickbait)

Richie helps himself to a seat across from her, taking a sip and meeting her gaze with a raised brow.]

I suppose you're right. I'd have thought judgment would be god handing out test scores for us to bitch over, but I think it'll be a testier version of all the doors we had to close last week. The landscape here is more hostile, for one.

[The candyland zombies...goo monsters...what is happening here.]

I still suspect the entity might bust loose or has called in reinforcements of a fashion.