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You give the <span class="mu-b">CURATIVE SERUM</span> synthesized from your own <span class="mu-b">MAGICAL BONE MARROW</span> a long, hard stare. Marketing possibilities aside, the proof is in the pudding, here, and the pudding is <span class="mu-i">rotten</span>. Maybe the last few days have made you a bit more paranoid than usual, but when you finally <span class="mu-i">do</span> speak up, your answer is obvious:
<span class="mu-s">DESTROY IT.</span>
“<span class="mu-i">A WISE choice, my dear… some of the GREATEST MONSTERS were created from the BEST INTENTIONS…</span>” Punctuating his sentence with a reaffirming nod, The Doc lifts the <span class="mu-b">SERUM</span> into the light, bathing the lab in an otherworldly <span class="mu-b">BLUE HUE!</span>
So uh, you interrupt, brushing some of your passenger’s crumbs off your shoulder, how’s he gonna get rid of it? Is there a machine, or-
Your answer comes in the form of Devon <span class="mu-s">SPIKING</span> the canister onto the floor, showering the whole lab in bits of glass and goo! Before you or your fuzzy counterpart can properly react, The Doc whips out a <span class="mu-g">SCIENTIFIC FLAMETHROWER</span> from within his lab coat and sets the debris <span class="mu-i">ablaze!</span> As your legacy burns like an overcooked souffle, Devon gives you a serene look as a fire alarm heralds the activation of the emergency sprinklers from overhead!
“Dat’ <span class="mu-i">can’t</span> be standard lab procedure…” Ly remarks as the doctor gives the pile a few stomps from his boot. Echoing his sentiments, you receive a noncommittal shrug from Devon’s hunched shoulders.
“<span class="mu-i">Be not troubled by SETBACKS, my dear–science is a GRUELING, UPHILL CLIMB… and ONE SHORTCUT could very well be YOUR LAST!</span>”
He certainly has a way with words, doesn’t he? Hobbling into the closet, Devon promptly returns with a <span class="mu-b">SMALL BLUE VIAL</span> containing the same substance still sizzling into oblivion at your feet! “<span class="mu-i">THIS is all that remains of my research… Do with it what you will–I know you’ll make the right choice…</span>”
Neat! Stuffing the <span class="mu-b">MARROW SERUM VIAL</span> into your <span class="mu-b">INVENTORY,</span> you give it a reassuring pat for good measure. You’ll take good care of ‘er!
“<span class="mu-i">MARVELOUS…</span>” The Doctor sighs in relief. “<span class="mu-i">Then my mind is at EASE… But was there anything ELSE to discuss while you’re here?</span>”
You blink. Is there?
>NOPE! GOOD LUCK OUT THERE, DOC!
>YOU’VE GOTTA HAVE NOTES AND STUFF TOO, RIGHT? BURN THAT TOO!
>SO UH… WHAT’CHA GONNA DO WITH THIS RACCOON?
>CAN I ACTUALLY GET A QUICK CHECK-UP WHILE I’M HERE?
>WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON A POSSIBLE ‘TRAITOR’?
>YOU TOOK MARROW FROM BORIS–ANY THOUGHTS ON THAT JERK?
>WRITE-IN!
