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“Is there something wrong?” Wilma notices your unusual reaction to the events on the screen.
“Kinda.” You have mixed feelings about this. “Look.” You show the Odetta Virus to a girl who probably has no idea how this new technology works.
“Oh right, you went through <span class="mu-i">the sewers</span>. You can’t afford another one?” Wilma puts two and two together out loud.
“No, it’s what’s on the screen that’s bothering me.” You point at the little O. “I think it’s a virus, and know exactly why she’s here.”
“Pray tell.” The curious Wilma acts like your little detective assistant.
“You’ll find out.” You place the phone on the table between you two with the speakers on, full volume. You pat the Virus head with the tip of your finger. “Hello, hello, Odetta-Virus.”
“Hold off with the poking, I said! I told you my head is a worse scramble than my eggs on my breakfast...” Odetta-Virus would slap your hand if her own weren’t busy holding her head.
“I know that you want to taste the pudding that I made, you don't have to be so roundabout about it with this method if that's why you appeared on my phone.” You deduce with your large Knowledge that the Cheese provided.
“So that’s why.” Wilma, for some reason (a valid one), agrees with your deduction. “Is this your friend?”
“Kinda, at least it’s her virus version.” You shrug. So Odetta is a hacker just like Susie…
“What? What are you talking about? I’m trying to collect my thoughts here! Like literally! And <span class="mu-i">BWOh</span>…” Odetta sounds like she’s about to puke. “…False alarm. I’m good. I’m dandy. I’m dying, I should’ve conducted more tests on this… Wait, you said <span class="mu-i">pudding</span>?”
“Mhm.” You nod.
“What are you? A grandma? <span class="mu-i">EHUK!</span>” Odetta starts coughing after being a meanie.
“Pudding is for all ages.” Wilma retorts.
“Do you mind if I use my phone? I need to make some calls.” You ask politely to the virus.
“Don’t fucking dare. I saved this goddamn thing from imploding, it’s the least you can do.” The Odetta-Virus growls. “Just leave it be, I just need another couple of hours. Stuff might get weird if you do anything. Only psychos like weird stuff. You are not a psycho, right? You’re a total friendly dude, right?”
You can’t believe the world is so rude to bring more adventures after you officially said there were enough for the day.
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>Ignore the Odetta-Virus and make the calls/texts. You’re not going to believe a virus.
>“Why are you here anyway?” If not for the pudding, why else?
>“There must be something we can do to help.” Begrudgingly accept this adventure.
>“I know how to help.” Pet the Odetta one more time.
>Write In.
