[ Billy appears in the camera's frame looking somewhat grave and holding a black SD card in one hand. Wherever he is, he's been careful to frame it so that there's nothing particularly identifying about his location. ] If you're paying attention to the publicly available data, you already know this, but - I may've found something related to our mysterious Russians. There was a bunker out here in the residential area with some bodies that probably starved to death. I cleansed it as best I could with salt and made a food offering for the ghosts.
[ Leaving out the part about the toys. It's too sad to talk about. ] They repaid me with something written in Russian. Any takers for a translation? 'Cause a semester of high school Spanish and like ten words of Hebrew isn't doing it.
[ The video cuts off for a moment before cutting back in, apparently some time later. Billy's wearing an expression that's trying to be cheerful, but it doesn't reach the coldness in his eyes. ] -Anyway. Maybe we should lighten the mood a little. It'd be nice if there were someone around here that was good at telling
jokes, but I guess we'll have to make due, right? Hit me with your best joke. Or your worst one - bad jokes are always a lot funnier.
I'll start: Why did the anomaly spit the clown back out?
[ A pause. ] Because he tasted funny.