“Is this a trick question? Even baking can be considered a science…”
“But I digress, the art of the escape is a favorite. Long drives along the lakeshore. Hiking in the sand dunes. A good run and workout routine. I rarely had time back in the good old days of The Game, it’s been pleasing to rediscover.”
“The person I despise most in my entire life is already dead. I just I could have killed him myself. Spitting on his grave isn’t nearly as satisfying.”
The sight of the box is suspicious, more so with the lack of writing and plainness of it. Nudging at it with her foot, Carmen scowls down at the cardboard cube. Not knowing right away who it was from, she retreats, grabs one of Psycho’s currently-milling underlings to pick it up and see what was inside it. Though not letting them actually into the building yet.
Syx watched through the video camera of his brain bot which was still under an invisibility field. When the box was moved by the underlings it exploded into a cloud of blue glitter that coated everything in a 20ft radius.
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