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No matter which way you slice it, things are probably gonna get cray-cray, you explain to the others. This <span class="mu-r">COLLECTOR</span> guy has a pretty good idea of where you are now and he’s totally gonna try to rile everyone up!
“I’m pretty riled already, to be honest.” Art mutters through his mask’s filter. “The question is, do we take the fast route, or the safer one?”
You have an answer to that question waiting in your head, but you’d rather not answer it. You know what it means, after all. As much as it pains you to do so, you wordlessly walk over to Ernesto’s side and give the golem a gracious pat on the back. You’ll take the <span class="mu-g">MAINTENANCE SHAFT,</span> you reply with growing trepidation in your voice, but these guys’ll be running a distraction in the other tunnel.
“Wait, wha?” Talbot sputters incredulously, “B-but they’ve been awesome so far! They gave us a ride, they opened and closed that one door, they blew up those demon tentacles–hell, they’re cooler than <span class="mu-i">ART</span>!”
“Hey!”
You’re well aware of that, you nod, ignoring the angry Rent-A-Cop, but they were acting funky two seconds ago, and the last thing you want is to have to take them down yourself! It’d be like that movie ‘<span class="mu-i">Aged Screamer!</span>’
“As much as it hurts me to say it, using them as a distraction might be our best option.” Sybil sighs. “Though I’ll admit their performance has been exemplary up until now. I can see why the Atlanteans utilize them.”
“Tch… typical primitives…” Teevor scoffs, still hanging from Vivaldi’s hand. “Do you get teary-eyed over every appliance you throw away too? Ooh, or what about those plastic water bottles you love so much? Getting misty-eyed yet?”
Vivaldi, you snarl, introduce this jerk to the wall, please.
You can almost spot a flash of appreciation in the golem’s eye as he promptly smashes the captive mage against the wall!
“OOF! Yes, <span class="mu-i">very matur-</span>”
Again, Vivaldi.
“<span class="mu-s">ACK!</span> If… if this is what makes you happy, the-”
Once more with feeling, Vivaldi.
“<span class="mu-s">D’OW!</span> Alright, <span class="mu-i">now</span> you’re just acting like a spoilt-”
Can I try? One more time, Vivaldi!
“<span class="mu-s">OOF!</span>”
*<span class="mu-i">Hiss!</span>*
Sure, Lil’ Stanley!
*<span class="mu-i">GrrrrRrrl…</span>*
“<span class="mu-s">D’AUGH!</span>”
His bones still intact, but now thoroughly tenderized, Teevor shakes off the wall-induced daze and lets out a low growl. “Fine,” he grumbles, “Do whatever you want. <span class="mu-i">Primitives…</span>”
Thanks, you grin, you <span class="mu-i">will</span>! Vivaldi, <span class="mu-s">ONE MORE FOR THE ROAD!</span>
“No! <span class="mu-i">NOOOOO!</span>”
>CONTD.
