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>X and O2 to Appease with Art. Prepare his room for the dining event with the food critic, seating and all. Alert security of what is to happen beforehand.
Employee X and O2 are preparing the seating inside of the containment cell with the help of Q2. The chef barely acknowledges their presence as they do so. He's waiting for the main course.
Ranger Zero, alongside Employee R2 (A trained guard dog), escort the food critic over. Her razor sharp smile shows it all as she is lead to the containment cell.
"Don't mind if I do." She enters as Zero and R2 stand by as guards.
A dining table is set up in the cell. It's big enough to hold the massive feast for the critic.
Four chairs are sat at the table. Everyone in the cell sits down.
The chef stares daggers at the critic. You can see him trying to restrain himself.
ANOMALY: Welcome. Today, we're sharing a meal most unique in the City. The flesh of an anomaly itself.
ANOMALY: We have various preparations of said meal.
CRITIC: You know, you remind me of someone.
The chef doesn't flinch but his face betrays the <span class="mu-r">rage</span> at that comment.
ANOMALY: Enjoy your meal.
The critic starts to dig in with gusto...
[Administrator --> Flesh]
<span class="mu-b">The meal is prepared. She is devouring it with knife, fork, and jaw. Both crass and refined.</span>
"Hmm. Unique texture, reminds me of beef jerky almost but a bit more tender." She mumbles as she chews.
"I'm not quite sure what this is..." <span class="mu-r">SHE</span> holds up what was clearly meant to be veal. Was it that badly made? "...Could've been better."
<span class="mu-r">We put our sweat, blood, and tears into this. We used so much material, took so much time, and this is what she has to say? COULD'VE BEEN BETTER?!</span>
<span class="mu-g">But we did it anyways, didn't we? She's eating it regardless. Haven't we done our job?</span>
<span class="mu-b">Half of the meal is done. Half way to the final judgement. Half way to know if our lives were or weren't wasted.</span>
<span class="mu-g">Wasted? We wasted our time worrying about nothing. Chasing a goal without love and care, only obsession.</span>
<span class="mu-r">SHE FUCKING RUINED US. SHE RUINED ME. SHE RUINED YOU. WE HAD PERFECTION. WE WERE GOING TO BE SOMETHING BE SOMEONE.</span>
<span class="mu-r">BUT NO, WE WEREN'T GOOD ENOUGH!</span>
<span class="mu-b">That is her purpose. To critique. Like our role is to find Perfection.</span>
<span class="mu-r">This has to be our perfection! We tried so hard! We traded everything to reach perfection. If this isn't perfect, then what are we?</span>
<span class="mu-g">Does it matter? We did something we never could've done before. We made our best meal yet. Isn't that already perfection?</span>
<span class="mu-g">The process matters, Bene.</span>
<span class="mu-r">LIKE YOU WOULD KNOW A THING ABOUT PERFECTION!</span>
<span class="mu-b">The meal is finished. All that is left is table scraps.</span>
She opens her mouth to speak. Ready to say her mind. What will you do?
>Accept whatever she says. The journey to make your opus, that's all that mattered.
>Prepare for the worst. Hope to god she doesn't tear you apart again.
