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Putting your dealing of the no longer demonic skeleton mage on hold, you instead focus on a more immediate issue: namely the fact that in all of the chaos, confusion, and hijinks that just occurred, your route back to them was crushed into scrap!
So much so, in fact, that it gives you an idea! Bringing your <span class="mu-g">BACKUUM 1000</span> to bear on the hunks of ex-walkway floating around the chamber, you get to work maneuvering them into an ad-hoc bridge like you were playing one of those early 2000’s physics engine puzzle games!
… damn water physics!
As one of the pieces glitches out and starts spiraling in place at near-light speed, you’re just about to reload from a previous save when your pals finally get wind of what you’re trying to do!
Having finished sucking eachother’s dumb faces, Art and Sybil get to work in helping you whip up a fresh bridge–the former blasting rubble in the right direction with his <span class="mu-g">HOMING STAFF,</span> the latter moving them bit-by-bit with <span class="mu-b">TELEKINESIS!</span>
Having neither of those things, Talbot sticks to the more tried and true method of chucking things into place with his <span class="mu-g">METALLIC TENDRILS.</span> Having none of the above, Lil’ Stanley acts as a chittering, fuzzy foreman… err, fore<span class="mu-i">raccoon</span>, and helps the janitor remember where to put everything, which exponentially speeds up the process, if you can believe it.
As you and your friends use the power of <span class="mu-b">TEAMWORK</span> and <span class="mu-b">BASIC CONSTRUCTION KNOWLEDGE,</span> the <span class="mu-g">TOTEM</span> dominating the chamber hums and glows with a pulsing blue light. That witch doesn’t waste any time, huh?
“Tell me about it…” Ly croaks, still recovering from <span class="mu-i">Puke-a-palooza.</span> “Here’s hopin’ she ain’t riggin’ da’ place ta’ blow, or somethin’. I ain’t in da’ mood for any more chases…”
Amen to that, you nod as you watch your pals make their way over the finished bridge, you’re already on Thread 17 of this crap, and even <span class="mu-i">that’s</span> pushing it!
“Thank the gods you’re okay!”
Blinking out of thin air in front of you with a relieved grin on her pale, yet still somewhat flushed face, Sybil immediately tackles you into a hug and holds you there until you tap out! Watch the tits, slut!
“Are you well?” She asks, relenting, but still holding you at arm’s length as the other morons arrive. “You looked, well, <span class="mu-i">ill</span> before activating the console…”
Yea, you shrug, probably just, like, <span class="mu-r">SEA FLUE</span> or something!
“Probably.” Talbot nods knowingly. “That stuff hits <span class="mu-i">hard</span>.”
>CONTD.
