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Syb’s right–no sense beating around the bush when there’s just one dork left! Motioning for her to follow, you lead the charge down the slope towards the <span class="mu-g">RUINS/SUB COMBO!</span>
Scurrying across the sand, you can still hear the sentries chasing after your distraction. Good, you say to no one in particular, talk about a ‘<span class="mu-i">Wild Goose Chase</span>’, huh?
“Close to it, yes.” Sybil grins. “Careful now, Stan–there might be more of them onboar-”
Not <span class="mu-i">enough</span>, you reply with a grim laugh! Not enough! Sidling up against the hull breach transformed into a gate, you wait for Ly to peek around the corner for you before proceeding.
“Clear.” He reports, prompting you to scamper inside! “But I haven’t checked th-”
What part of <span class="mu-i">not enough</span> did he not get?! Squeezing past a warped bulkhead, you trade the dark, rocky exterior for a dark, metallic interior–its cramped corridors barely lit by a… <span class="mu-i">skeleton</span> crew of pulsing red emergency lights!
Yep, you’d say there’s been an emergency, alright.
“Focus!” Sybil hisses, prompting you to look alive! Good thing, too–you’re barely past an array of weird, humming mechanical doodads when you hear a series of frantic phrases up ahead of you–no doubt the <span class="mu-r">WUSS</span> who ran off instead of following his pals!
Your answer comes in the form of boots scrambling down a metal catwalk! Tackling Syb into a recess between two of the aforementioned humming machines, you unceremoniously stuff Lil’ Stanley under your hat just as two very <span class="mu-r">COMMUNIST-LOOKING SKELETONS</span> dart past your hiding place with their weapons drawn! Hah, you whisper, the idiots didn’t even notice you!
“Let’s keep it that way, hm?” Sybil requests as she gently pushes you off of her body. “Since we’ve stopped, however…” The Goth closes her eyes before you can stop her and immediately frowns. “Be on guard, Stanley–we aren’t alone.”
You respond with a frown. No <span class="mu-i">duh</span>, you reply-you’ve got Ly and <span class="mu-i">THIS</span> <span class="mu-s">FATTY</span> with you! Poking at your pet’s hat-obscured form, you get a nip for your troubles as Sybil watches with mild disinterest.
“I meant <span class="mu-r">SKELETONS.</span> There’s <span class="mu-i">more</span>.”
Oh… bummer!
>CONTD.
