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"Y-yes, sir, w-we'll s-ship them over when y-you get your catalogs! P-please have a great day! L-Lights, Camera, Action! pleasegodpleasegoddontletmebefiredfuckfuckfuckfuck" The call hangs up.
>5-D Glasses and Bane are being shipped to your facility!
[HOPELESS WRECK] WE TRULY ARE THE HAGGLE MASTERS. NOTHING CAN AVOID OUR SALESMAN BASED SKILLS!
[HOPELESS WRECK] SURE WE ASKED A ROBOT FOR HELP AND HE MIGHT'VE HELPED GET US THE TIME OF DAY WITH THEM BUT-
Why did these voices just NOW decide to appear in your skull? Did you have a stress induced mental breakdown? Is your brain melting another few bits? Fuck, maybe you really should ask the detective what the hell you are.
...Or were you always this fucked up, even before the memory loss? Not like you got much besides faint flashbacks of working in a facility and setting something...on fire. You kinda repressed the details on it.
>B, Alpha, and Tau, focus on fixing up the robots when you find the time.
>Discuss Star's warping and color changing of the corridors during the fight with S-4M. Also bring it up to ETF-Alpha, B/Bill, and ETF-Tau afterward, if need be.
“So, S-4M, the hell do you think happened with…that?” You gesture at the corrupted parts of the hallway. Even now they twist in upon themselves, more fluid than metal. Looking at his weirdly always happy face on your console is still weird. Even a week of work in.
“Well! From what data of her I’ve gathered from my anomaly analysis, I can gleam two things. One, I believe she’s only able to do it when overworked or close to it so far. Secondly, I’m pretty sure it ignores physical protection of any kind. That is reinforced steel, after all.”
“Duly noted. Should we fix it?”
“I would highly recommend it. Especially while we have the downtime. You can do the robots later.” You can note the slightest bit of frustration in his tone. “S-spike can be repaired later, yes. Better for the facility.”
Wait, ignores all physical protection. Twists metal…you’re quietly reminded of what she did to Snow. “S-say, how easily treatable are the wounds she inflicts?”
S-4M takes a moment to process your query. “It would take a long while without anomalous methods, such as PARADIGMs or certain anomalies. None of which we have can heal aside from…Shot. In a loose, crass kind of way.”
You nod before sending out the orders to the three in question. Alpha splits off to work on the robots while the older two proceed to where the damaged floor is, given S-4M’s advice. It’s completely bizarre seeing Tau stick her hands into the multicolored, liquidly metal and pull it out with her hands before pouring it into a bucket.
“All’s well that ends well! Nice change of pace from silly ol’ connny cubeys, eh?” She winks. Bill doesn’t even know how to respond. “R-right."
“C’mon, pal o’ chum. Hurry up!”
The pace quickens up a bit. “Hurry. Gotta work on that funny box later, hurry, you daffy!”
