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Wait a minute, you think to yourself as the scan proceeds, you know <span class="mu-i">exactly</span> what you can do! You’ve got interrupting people down to an <span class="mu-i">ART!</span>
“Age: twenty years… height: five feet and four inches… weight-”
Hey.
“... naturally green eye pigmentation,” The voice continues, barely registering your words, “but there appears to be a <span class="mu-g">GOODBOYNIUM PROSTHETIC</span> symbiotically-attached to the right eye socke-”
<span class="mu-i">HEY</span>.
“Ngh.. high levels of magical contamination in integumentary, skeletal, respiratory, lymphatic <span class="mu-i">AND</span> circulatory systems… that’d explain quite a bit, yes-”
<span class="mu-s">HEY!</span>
“Custodial coveralls and hat… Emergency Life Support Cloak–stolen, presumably–” The voice spits, “careless scouts… and some sort of magically-charged… <span class="mu-i">cabaret</span> outfit? Ech, <span class="mu-i">preemitives</span> and their toys…”
“Wait, what was that about a cabare-”
<span class="mu-s">SHUT UP, ART! AND YOU!</span> You snarl, jabbing a finger in the golem’s eye, <span class="mu-s">WHAT THE HELL’S HER PROBLEM, ANYWAYS?! DOES SHE EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE!?</span>
The voice lets loose a drawn-out, irritated sigh. “Of <span class="mu-i">COURSE</span> I know, you eembecile… it’s the only reason I allowed you into thees lab in the first place… Rodhi, status on those pacification seestems?”
Oh <span class="mu-i">yea</span>, you retort as you sidestep the scanning laser, then who <span class="mu-i">ARE</span> you, huh, smarty pants?
You hear something slam against something <span class="mu-i">hard</span> on the controller’s end.
“Stanley Parble: Evenink Sanitation Coordinator at <span class="mu-g">GOOD BOY DOGGIE BONES</span> and a general thorn in <span class="mu-r">MASTER TIBIUS’</span> side. And <span class="mu-i">mine</span> with these petulant interruptions of yours… ugh.”
Alright, you nod, but that was just a lucky guess! Your uh, your reputation perceives you!
“You also made meenimal efforts to conceal your arrival.” The voice groans over the sound of tapping fingers on the other end. “Our sensors peeked you and your little friends up long before you stole that <span class="mu-i">dinghy</span>... now seet steel until the scan feenishes or I’ll have the sentry render you and your fellow rodents <span class="mu-i">much</span> more compliant, eef you’re catching my meanink.”
You don’t, but that’s never stopped you before!
>CONTD.
