Ha! I know where your base is, and it isn't in a super-secret-ultra-safe-bomb-shelter, on the moon, or in your belly-button. *giggles at the last one*

~GM~

Actually, due to temporal displacement, it's all three.

Don't worry, TA. I won't tell them where your real base is. [^^]

~GM~

I have a real base?

Yes! You do! Because I made it up for you! It's a totally awesome base. The government is jealous of you and wants to claim it as their own. They're planning on drowning you in taxes when you're old enough so you'll sell the base to one of their secret operatives to be able to pay them off.

~GM~

THE GOVERNMENT KNOWS ABOUT IT?!?

AND I DIDN'T?!?

I think you mixed something up back there...

~This note is screened from anyone affiliated with the government~

Yeah! It's in Mount Rushmore! You get in through President Roosevelt's nose. [^^]

Whaaaat? Is it not funny?