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You know, it wasn’t too long ago that this guy was twelve feet tall, decked out in a menacing trench coat, and hunting you down like a jumped-up foxhound. Making yourself comfy by leaning on the wall, you start by asking Talbot what it was like working for <span class="mu-r">TIM!</span>
“I uh… I don’t remember much about that.” He mutters, awkwardly running his fingers through his red hair.
Bullshit.
“Okay yea, ya got me.” He quickly replies with a defeated sigh! “I think I ran into the guy a little after I uh… I woke up again.”
<span class="mu-i">THAT</span> gets your attention! He met <span class="mu-r">TIM?!</span> The janitor’s face scrunches up in annoyance. “Kinda? He wasn’t, like, <span class="mu-i">there</span> when those science dorks activated me or whatever, but I could hear him, y’know? Like he stuffed a speaker into my brain or something.”
“Sounds like da’ treatment Cliff an’ da’ others got…” Ly remarks, causing you to frown. So he could talk to him?
“Well I couldn’t talk to <span class="mu-i">him</span>,” Talbot says as he furrows his brow. “Otherwise I woulda’ told him where to shove it, y’know? But at the same time I… I just couldn’t.”
The idea of Talbot having trouble being a dick makes you giggle a bit–really?!
“Yea, really!” Talbot growls! “It was like those options were missing or something–like I couldn’t choose ‘em!”
You nod in understanding–you know what it means to be railroaded, that’s for damn sure. So he couldn’t tell him off… what <span class="mu-i">could</span> Talbot do?
“They gave me these commands…” explains the janitor as he drums his fingers on your bed. “Like I’d be walking around, right? Then out of nowhere I would just get this <span class="mu-i">buzzing</span> in my head to, I dunno, go to <span class="mu-g">LAB A</span> or something. Part of it was kinda cool because I’d always know the best route, but-”
Hold on, you interrupt, <span class="mu-i">how</span>?
“I just <span class="mu-i">DID</span>, gosh!” Talbot groans as if you asked him what color an orange is! “It’s like when you’re on your computer, right? Other people might not know where you keep, like, pictures or whatever, but you do because you’ve memorized the folder!”
You can’t help but raise an eyebrow at that. What uh, what <span class="mu-i">pictures</span> is he-
“Doesn’t matter. Point is, if I was commanded to go somewhere or do something, it’d just… direct me.” He explains. “We done?”
Not yet, you snap! What if he just ignored the commands? He coulda’ saved you a <span class="mu-i">lot</span> of headaches! His face scrunches up even more at your question.
“Aw man, that was the <span class="mu-i">worst</span>! Okay, so the commands would keep piling up, right? Like, I dunno, sidequests in a video game when they take up all of your screen space.”
Yea, you nod, you think you get that…
>CONTD.
