>>5311712“I know it doesn’t happen often, but I’m with Stan on this one,” Art adds in a surprised tone. “Should we be keeping our eyes on the prize?”
“Our <span class="mu-i">prize</span> is us playing directly into that holier-than-thou fossil’s gnarled old hands!” Sybil snarls as Vivaldi and Ernesto watch in what you can only assume is their version of excitement. “She sent us on a suicide mission with minimal information–why <span class="mu-i">shouldn’t</span> we see what she what kind of things we’re dealing with?”
“Yea, well,” Talbot grumbles, “I don’t speak <span class="mu-i">Albanian,</span> so how the hell are we supposed to tell between the ‘<span class="mu-i">Puppies For Everyone</span>’ and ‘<span class="mu-i">Kill the World</span>’ buttons, huh?”
“When Stanley interfaced with an Atlantean Monolith, it immediately learned and translated all of its functions into English.” Sybil explains as she begins systematically moving small bits of rubble with a telekinetic hand. “Why would this device be any different?”
“Alright, alright…” Talbot nods, “But what about passwords and stuff?”
“We’ll figure them out!” Sybil retorts, rapidly losing patience! “Since when did <span class="mu-i">you</span> become so cautious anyways?”
“Hey, still otters run deeds, alright?” Replies the janitor with matched frustration! “I’m more complex than I look!”
Hey, if anyone’s gonna fight with Talbot it’s <span class="mu-i">YOU</span>! That said, you should probably try to nip this in the bud, huh?
What’s the plan?
>CLEAR OUT THE RUBBLE AND CHECK OUT THE MIRROR LAB!>TOO RISKY, BUT THAT EXIT AT THE END OF THE HALL COULD BE USEFUL!>WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER LABS?>NAH, LET’S GO BACK TO THE MAINTENANCE RAMP THING!>WRITE-IN! 