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"W-what? I mean, no, but what-"
"The consumer doesn't care. The consumed will not care once their purpose is done. This is simply a price to pay for PERFECTION!" A bitter laugh oozes out of Benedict's throat. You almost hear a hint of static lacing it. "It's perfect. We'll be fine."
"In fact, the silver one told me. If I did what I had to do, we wouldn't even have to worry about power. Only cooking. Only striving to perfection." Benedict takes another step, raising up his blade. It's starting to melt into his hand to become one with it. "I will not let you STAND IN MY WAY, Adam. Leave."
"The h-hell was that?" Alexis looks in the direction of the freezer. "Why did I hear a beep?" Meanwhile, you step a bit closer to the chef. You're only a few feet away. You grip the needle tightly in your hand.
"I'm not leaving. I'm done ignoring the elephant in the room. Look at you, you're turning into a monster! Is this really worth it to keep a single restaurant open?! This isn't life or death-"
"IT IS TO ME! WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT THIS IS ALL THAT MATTERS?! THIS RESTAURANT IS ALL THAT FUCKING MATTERS! YOU'VE ONLY GOTTEN IN THE WAY OF THAT THIS WHOLE TIME!"
Adam is taken aback but returns to the conversation with his own shouting. "I GOT YOU THIS BUILDING BECAUSE I WANTED TO HELP YOU! TO WORK WITH YOU! MY BEST FRIEND!"
"IT WAS NEVER ABOUT THE RESTURANT! It was about you, man!" His voice is hoarse, bordering on a flurry of emotions you can't make out. "I just want my best friend back. N-not this fucked up cannibal metal thing."
>18: PASS
"What?" The half-transformed Benedict stumbles back. Most of his face has been melted off, replaced by what you can only make out as a rigid, factory new android face. What's left of his eyes are watering. "I. Don't make this harder than it has to." He raises his metallic left hand; The razor sharp tips of his fingers look like they could kill in a single hit.
Yet he wavers in his attack. This is your chance. You launch forward and jab the needle directly into the still fleshy neck of Benedict. <span class="mu-r">You promptly gets a metallic fist directly to the gut.</span> You stumble back from the impact, barely able to keep yourself up right.
>-1 FLESH
Benedict rips the now spent needle from his neck. "I can't kill him. Not for what he has helped me with. BUT YOU?!" He raises his bladed hand to turn you into chop suey...
<span class="mu-i">No, no! I can't stop now. Perfection can only be reached through...</span>
He falls to the ground. <span class="mu-g">Knocked out cold.</span> You glance up at Benjamin, the source of what just saved your ass from being turned into long pork. He seems amazed at what happened. "Wow! I didn't expect it to work."
"What."
"WHAT."
"Mi scusi?" The three of you have some questions.
"I, uh, kinda rushed making it." He squawks out a forced laugh. "Glad to see it worked!" You glance back at Benedict's knocked out body. The weird changes he was going through are slowly mending, turning metal back into flesh.
