>>17297976The hostage scientists will forever remember you as Gamerox, the box turtle that saved their salvation from ruin--or something like that, you weren't really paying attention to their hamfisted references.
Unfortunately, the box is getting rather cramped, more so than it was before. Upon leaving the break room, the disguise breaks altogether, revealing your rag-tag team in the flesh.
In front of a bunch of Flare grunts.
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"Hello!~"
One of them jumps at the sight of the box falling apart, "Wait a minute, THOSE GUYS AREN'T WEARING RED SUITS!"
Another grunt joins in, "You're right-OH FUCK! A LOLI, A OJOU, A DISGUSTING PALE LITTLE ZOMBIE THING....
AND THEIR DOG! --AND NOT IN THAT PARTICULAR ORDER!"
A third grunt moonwalks in front of the first two, "Not stylish." he says nonchalantly.
All three of them then wait for their fourth companion to arrive and make a comment as well, except, he *doesn't* arrive at all. This prompts confusion and concern from the group.
"Uh....Where's Phil?"
"I don't know, isn't he on guard duty right now?"
"I'll go call him, he's by the entrance..." one of the grunts pauses the ambush to take out his walkie talkie and phone his bro Phil, "YO PHIL, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE BEFORE I SHOVE A MANGER UP YOUR LARYNX WE GOT SOME INTRUDERS IN HERE!"
>"Yeah, uh, I WOULD but I'm kinda busy picking out some drapes, y'know...""BUT THIS IS AN EMERGEN-"
>"Drapes. DRAPES. This is about drapes, Stan, drapes."Phil hangs up on Stan after asserting his drape rape dominance.
"....Okay so Phil isn't coming."
A) Battle go time!
B) Run like little bitches.
