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>Art of Flesh, A to Bond. Talk to him, try and figure out what's got him hiding in a corner. Ideally, calm him down and get him ready to work. Remind him what was said before about smelling the flowers and whatever
"Oh boy." Employee A breaks away from the engrossing talk he's having with C-0RA (not really) and heads to the containment cell.
ANOMALY: nonononodontcomecloserdontdont
The chef tries to push itself even closer into the wall.
A: Woah, woah, woah.
A: It's just me. Arthur, remember? We chatted a little bit ago.
ANOMALY: Arthur. Arthur, yes, yes. You.
ANOMALY: Cooking, yes, taking break. Smelling flowers, the? Yes.
A: Calm down, man. I can hardly understand what you're saying.
Employee A sits down on the floor, keeping his distance from the android.
A: Take a deep breath. What's got you all wound up?
He watches as the anomaly tries biting its fingernails. Despite it not having any.
ANOMALY: thatbitchthatFUCKINGbitchwhywhynowithoughtgettingridofadamwasenough
A: Deep. Breathes. Who are you talking about?
The anomaly mutters something but you can't make it out.
A: What, her? You know her?
A: Well, look, calm down. We can get you cooking to get her off of your mind. Wouldn't that be nice?
A: You can take your time. Just enjoy the process of cooking. I know you like that, don't you?
The chef slowly walks away from the corner it was sticking to. It begins approaching Employee A.
He flashes a smile at the chef...<span class="mu-r">before a sudden slap knocks him over</span>
<span class="mu-r">The chef's face has contorted far more than a metallic face should. A demonic sneer of unbridled rage.</span>
ANOMALY: <span class="mu-r">I did not work all of those years for some HUSSY to walk into my restaurant again and FUCKING ruin it.</span>
<span class="mu-r">It grabs Employee A by the collar, holding him up with ease. The halo-wearing employee tries struggling out of his grasp.</span>
A: W-woah, woah, Arty! Calm down!
A: N-no need to harm an-
<span class="mu-r">Employee A gets thrown against the wall, slamming hard against it.</span> He doesn't get cough up any blood, <span class="mu-b">thankfully.</span>
After letting out a burst of unnatural aggression, the chef's face <span class="mu-b">twists back into an apathetic and dull piece of metal.</span>
ANOMALY: You are right, however. Cooking shall calm my nerves. It is in my nature.
ANOMALY: Bring me meat. <span class="mu-r">I don't want any of that low-quality orange suit meat.</span> No.
ANOMALY: I'm not repeating history again.
A: F-fucking hell. Fine! Fine.
Employee A stumbles out of the containment cell before he becomes the next dish.
You didn't exactly expect that reaction, especially since the anomaly hasn't entered a state of hunger. Hopefully you can find some "high-quality" meat.
