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Stepping in between your two pals, you ask them why they can’t, like, colonize, or something?
“What, like <span class="mu-i">space</span>?” Talbot asks in a confused tone. “I mean… I always <span class="mu-i">did</span> wanna become an astronaut-”
“Ah, you meant ‘<span class="mu-i">compromise</span>’, didn’t you, Stanley?” Sybil asks with renewed patience. Yea, you nod, that one!
“Fine.” The Goth replies as she crosses her arms. “Just remember that we probably won’t get a chance like this again–once the press learns of this place, we-”
Chin up, buttercup, you interrupt, she’s cleared to check out the lab! Just don’t-
Before you can finish, your ears are assaulted by a high-pitched shriek-one that rattles you to your very soul!
Oh wait… Syb’s just excited.
“<span class="mu-i">YES!</span> Yes, Stanley, I’ll follow whatever you say to the letter, don’t you worry about that!”
… do <span class="mu-i">that</span>, you conclude as you and Art share a wary glance. As you turn back to continue, you find the rabid geek already feverishly carving away at the rubble with her <span class="mu-b">RADIANT BLADE!</span>
“You, uh, you need any help, er… babe?” Art asks in an uncertain voice. Receiving a noncommittal grunt in response, your team watches Sybil go for a few moments before coming to the same conclusion:
“We can’t leave her alone.” Art remarks, watching his beau tear away at the rubble like a dog trying to catch a squirrel that ran under the house, “She’s sweet and all, but I’m worried she might accidentally switch on <span class="mu-i">another</span> apocalypse.”
He’s right–<span class="mu-s">BONES</span> <span class="mu-i">AND</span> <span class="mu-s">MAYBE DEMONS QUEST</span> just doesn’t roll off the tongue, does it?
“An’ we’re pretty starved fer’ players already!” Ly adds!
“So who’s stickin’ around, then?” Talbot asks, prompting Art to confidently strut forward!
“Well if we’re taking volunteers, the-”
Not this time, prick! He wants to be <span class="mu-b">VICE OFFICER,</span> he has to act the part! That means backing up <span class="mu-b">THE BIG CHEESE!</span>
“Aw man,” The Rent-A-Cop whines as you all dodge some rubble chucked to the side by Syb, “Do I <span class="mu-i">HAVE</span> to?”
Yes, you nod, he <span class="mu-i">has</span> to. Besides, you continue, you already chose her backup!
“Oh <span class="mu-i">no</span>,” Art mutters as fear creeps into his voice, “Y-you’re not leaving her with… <span class="mu-i">him</span>, are you?”
Following his frightened gaze over to Talbot as he spins Lil’ Stanley around in his hands like a happy father playing with his fuzzy child, you respond to Art’s question with a disgusted glare! Of <span class="mu-i">course</span> not, you snarl! You’re comically-inept, not a <span class="mu-s">buffoon!</span>
>CONTD.
