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>Produce some jars of tar, just in case X-5 come a knocking.
"Okay, so I know this sounds disgusting. But I need some jars to contain my vomit in." The two assistants just stare at you for a solid minute before some jars raise up from your console.
"We didn't see anything." "NoPe."
The two quickly look away. You gently adjust your suit's tie before reaching forward and finally letting it pour. Seems like you were holding in a lot. It takes three to four jars to finally contain all of it. On the upside, four jars!
>+4 Bubbling Jars!
>That's probably all you got for a while.
>Ask S-4M what he knows about Y-Company. Just a hunch about something vague...
You wipe away the tar with a paper towel. It instantly dissolves. "So, S-4M. What do you know about Y-Company? Just, uh, a weird hunch. Vague one."
S-4M's face appears back on your console screen. "That's the weird thing. No one knows for certain what they are. All I know is that the group currently running it is a placeholder."
"For the last forty years. They're the defacto company now. From the little I know, they like to explore into places other companies can't or won't go to."
"Such as?" You raise an eyebrow.
"Abandoned districts, voids, unstable anomaly manifestation sites..."
"Anything that's beyond the regular understanding of the City. At least, that's what they say. Some people just think they're drugged up nutcases."
[BOUND BY DUTY] Explorers of the anomalous? A very risky but ultimately commendable job.
[HOPELESS WRECK] WOULDN'T THAT MEAN THEY WOULD HAVE REALLY UNIQUE SHIT TO BUY? SOMETIMES WE GET SHIT FROM OTHER CITIES.
[DYING LIGHT] Wait, drugged out of their mind?
"What's that about them being drugged up?"
"Apparently, human cognition limits exploration of certain anomalous places without a shift in their paradigm. Don't expect to understand anything they say."
"T-ThEy ScaRE me. MoSt of their buildings are blAck when I search for them." C-0RA whimpers, clutching the book she's writing down to her chest.
>Congratulate and thank Accounting for a job well done on Tax Reduction today.
"Good job on showing that we don't need to pay those insane taxes. You did well. You can rest from the paperwork today."
Everyone except for the two drones have their faces planted into increasingly tall piles of paperwork. Q and Q2 raise a thumbs up towards you at the same time.
"NO PROBLEM. THIS IS WHAT I BORN FOR EVER SINCE MY MOTHER’S THOUSAND LEGS-”
"It really wasn't an issue." Q coughs, placing a hand on Q2's head. "It really wasn't. Even if I had to apply a niche tax law from 2112."
"AGAIN. CATS TECHNICALLY CAN'T BE CONSIDERED ANOMALIES IN P-COMPANY'S SPHERE FOR TAX PURPOSES."
"W-who even ordered that? I thought taxing butter by 2500% was bad enough. It's inefficient! No one wants to spend that much!"
"SIMPLE. MOO." Q2 goes back to his paperwork without anything further to say. Q shrugs and goes back to working on paperwork too.
