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Why, <span class="mu-i">YOU’LL</span> tell them what happened, duh! You <span class="mu-i">are</span> the protagonist, after all!
“And you’ve got <span class="mu-i">such</span> a way wit’ words, too…” Ly remarks, prompting you to deliver a punch to your own gut. OW!
Like you were <span class="mu-i">saying</span>, you wince, there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for everything–no need to kill Denise… <span class="mu-i">yet!</span>
“<span class="mu-i">H-ha ha…</span>” Responds the dweeb in question through forced laughter, “<span class="mu-i">Y-you’re such a k-kidder, Stan…</span>”
Who’s kidding?! Seriously though, everyone had better take a seat–they might wanna grab a drink, too!
“It’s not gonna take <span class="mu-i">that</span> long, is it?” Art asks as he and Syb sit down side by side on a nearby couch. “We still have stuff to do, right?”
“Hmph! It can take forever for all I care!” Talbot grumbles as he slumps into a nearby loveseat! “As long as the Mad Scientist here gets what she deserves!”
The Mad Scientist in question shoots you a pleading glance. You’re no expert, of course, but you’re pretty sure she <span class="mu-i">doesn’t</span> want people to know about how you asked her to whip up some <span class="mu-g">LISTENING BUGS</span> to eavesdrop on your pals with.
… now that you think about it, you’re not sure if they should know either…
“Can we at least put the wild animal away first?” Tucker asks, still wary of the rabid beast messily devouring the remaining mystery meat out of the can in your hand. “Where’d you even <span class="mu-i">find</span> that thing anyways?”
Your ole’ pal <span class="mu-g">DOCTOR DEVON,</span> that’s who! She was a guinea… <span class="mu-i">raccoon</span>... for some experiments he was running!
“Doctor, huh? What kind of experiments?” Eddie asks, eagerly leaning forward in his seat!
“He’s a bit creepy at first, but really nice once you get to know him.” Art replies with an approving smile on his face! “Guy patched me up with some <span class="mu-b">SERUM</span> earlier… made from, uh, Stan’s favorite co-worker…”
“Hey, yea!” Mitzi remarks with a snap of her fingers, “Did he ever finish those tests on your marrow? Is that what this is about?”
Err, maybe, you shrug, denying her an answer. Besides, you segue, they wanted to know about Denise, right? You’ll start with that!
“<span class="mu-i">OR</span> you can just tell us everything.” Art suggests. Damn it!
How do you go about this anyways?
>COME SORTA CLEAN! YOU WANTED DENISE TO MAKE YOU SOME LISTENING BUGS! FOR YOUR MISSION!
>LIE! DENISE WAS GONNA MAKE EVERYONE AN ‘I’M SORRY’ PROJECT!
>DEFLECT! WHY ARE THEY SO FREAKED OUT ANYWAYS? DENISE HAS BEEN A GOOD GUY FOR A WHILE NOW!
>WRITE-IN!
