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Nope, you squeak almost <span class="mu-i">too</span> eagerly! That <span class="mu-r">SEA WITCH</span> ain’t gonna ice herself!
“HA! It would certainly make our job easier, wouldn’t it?” Sonny laughs before taking another few breaths from their breathing apparatus. “Alright then, Stanley, I suppose I’ll let you go <span class="mu-i">this</span> time… but don’t worry–I’ll be keeping a close eye on you!”
Shooting a finger gun at you with a quiet ‘<span class="mu-i">pew pew</span>’ under their breath, your boss gives you one last smile as you hear the wall behind you start to shift. <span class="mu-i">FINALLY!</span> Heading for the opened passage before they can, like, hug you or something, your stroll quickly turns into a power walk as you see the exit just ahead!
“We’ll be in touch about your <span class="mu-r">PERFORMANCE REVIEW!</span>” Sonny cheers as you return to the lobby. “Take care, Stanley~”
Oh you <span class="mu-i">will</span>, you hiss as a pleasant ‘<span class="mu-i">ding</span>’ ahead of you heralds the arrival of the elevator. Not bothering to wait for the doors to fully open, you slide into the lift like a baseball player and land in a heap next to Blumenkrantz’ bewildered, but still <span class="mu-i">definitely</span> stern form.
“Took yer’ damn time.” He growls, letting loose a cloud of cigar smoke into the cramped space. “Get the hell up–we ain’t payin’ you to lie on the ground.”
Scrambling to your feet, you finally notice your heart pounding the inside of your chest. Man–that was some meeting!
“You get used to it.” Blumenkrantz grunts as the elevator begins its ascent. “Not a lot of people get to meet the boss, though–safer that way.”
You respond with a derisive snort–for them, or for you? You don’t get an answer.
A few awkward moments later, the elevator opens up to the <span class="mu-r">SUSPICIOUSLY-EMPTY CORRIDOR OF DOOM!</span> Performing the same ritual from before on a keypad hidden in the wall, your chaperone inspires you to follow with a monosyllabic grunt!
Keeping pace with the giant’s long, confident strides, a crazy idea comes to mind: you’ve got time to talk before returning to the <span class="mu-g">SECURITY CHECKPOINT</span> where all your shit is–<span class="mu-b">DO YOU TRY TO TALK TO BLUMENKRANTZ?
CHOOSE 1 OF THE FOLLOWING... IF YOU DARE!</span>
>NOPE-YOU DON’T FEEL LIKE BEING CHUCKED THROUGH TITANIUM AGAIN!
>YEA-ASK HIM ABOUT THE BOSS! WHAT’S THEIR BEEF?
>YUP-TELL HIM YOU SAW HIS GRANDDAUGHTER!
>YA-ASK HIM ABOUT THAT NATIONAL GUARD DEPOT!
>AYE-CONFER WITH HIM ABOUT POSSIBLE SECURITY CONCERNS!
>HAI-ASK HIM ABOUT YOU AND YOUR PALS! ARE YOU COOL NOW?
>WRITE-IN!
