>>5762405It takes you a few tense moments before you can get the gap open wide enough to stick a <span class="mu-s">TONGUE DEPRESSOR</span> inside! To your great surprise and relief, neither the <span class="mu-s">SCREWDRIVER</span> nor the <span class="mu-s">DEPRESSORS</span> break, and with your confidence revitalized you continue to add more of the wood popsicle stick thingies into the gap until the gap is wide enough to fit your fingers through!
“A-HA!” Announces Pepper, deftly assassinating your concentration and nearly making you tumble over like a little bitch, “Got something!”
Alright, you mumble as you pick up the pieces of your dignity strewn about the floor, what’s she got?
“According to these notes,” the girl begins in a tone that would make any news anchor proud, “Rivka moved everything to <span class="mu-s">SITE B</span> to facilitate a higher volume of test subjects…”
Great, you scoff as you stuff the handle of your <span class="mu-s">TOILET PLUNGER</span> into the gap you’ve created, more <span class="mu-i">bugs</span>, right?
“Not exactly…” Pepper frowns, “Looks like this is where they perfected the big guys–and they did it by introducing the parasite to the human body <span class="mu-i">way</span> earlier in its life cycle!”
So it gets used to the human body early on, huh? There’s gotta be more, though–what’s all this crap about ‘<span class="mu-i">worthiness</span>’ and stuff?
“What indeed, slick. Hauser was putting pressure on her to deliver on his investment…” The girl explains as her tongue pokes out of the side of her mouth in dogged concentration, “So she tracked down some kind of… huh…”
What?
“<span class="mu-i">QUEEN PARASITE</span>…” Recites the girl in a voice dripping with confusion, “And found that with the right pheromones-”
Then the other parasites would follow orders… so that gas back in the Mine Labs-
“Must be what set Raj off, yep…” The redhead nods! “Oh geez… and it seems like Rivka isolated the royal genes… and <span class="mu-i">spliced</span> ‘em into herself…”
Seems a lot less risky than having the parasite take control of her body… but if that’s true, then once Rivka’s gone-
“Then the rest of the parasites might cool down too…” Shrugs Pepper. “I dunno, sandcrab–if we could cure you and Raj it’d be a much easier fight…”
Well unless they’ve got some <span class="mu-s">GARLIC</span> lying around, you begin as you tug back on the <span class="mu-s">TOILET PLUNGER,</span> you d-
A sound akin to a gunshot rings out across the room as whatever was locking the <span class="mu-s">CABINET</span> goes flying! Tumbling head-over-heels backwards, you come to a stop several feet away from the now-open storage container!
A faint layer of mist escapes the receptacle and blankets the lab floor revealing…
Holy <span class="mu-i">SHIT</span>.
A jar of half-finished mayonnaise. Three apples. An old plastic wrapper of smelly lunch meat. A six-pack of ‘<span class="mu-i">FIZZ COLA</span>’, two of which are missing… a pile of uneaten <span class="mu-s">CORN BARS</span>, and the creme de la creme:
<span class="mu-s">THREE HEADS OF GARLIC!</span>
>CONTD. 