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| + | <strong>Mietta:</strong> "Well, I had my doubts, but you did it. Those Greys packed up and left!" |
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| + | <strong>Nerifian:</strong> "And they did it seemingly of their own accord! If they'd been<em> driven</em> off, that would have just motivated their high command to redouble their strength here." |
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| + | <strong>Mantle:</strong> "It just seemed like the obvious solution." |
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| + | <em>Wait, what solution? I just got here, and there's nothing in the script about this!</em> |
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| + | <strong>Mantle:</strong> "Oh, sorry, Narrator." |
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| + | <strong>Mietta:</strong> "Narrator? Don't tell me you're one of those NeStian loonies who hears voice in their heads." |
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| + | <strong>Nerifian:</strong> "He drove off the Greys, I don't care how loony he is." |
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| + | <strong>Imhoptah:</strong> "He's not loony, the Narrator is real." |
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| + | <em>Mietta and the fayries look in some surprise at the impossible smith, but accept his words.</em> |
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| + | <em>Anyway, is no one going to explain this to me?</em> |
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| + | <strong>Imhoptah:</strong> "No. Regrettably, the writer of this post is lacking both imagination and motivation to invent the solution." |
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| + | <em>Typical. What was the point of taking a vacation from that whacko NeS if Leg is going to be just as bad?</em> |
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| + | <strong>Mantle:</strong> "And as for your impotence, that's really easy to fix, at least for me." |
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| + | <em>He studies the threads of all the fayries, then reaches out with mental hands and adjusts a few.</em> |
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| + | <strong>Asshead #2:</strong> "I don't feel any different." |
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| + | <strong>Mantle:</strong> "If you felt anything, that'd be a problem." |
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| + | <strong>Asshead #3:</strong> "Okay, so how do we tell if it worked? I mean, it's fine for<em> you</em> to say you can tell, but the rest of us can't see whatever you can." |
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| + | <strong>Asshead #4:</strong> "Let's have an orgy and see if any of us get pregnant!" |
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| + | <em>The other fayries roll their eyes.</em> |
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| + | <strong>Nerifian:</strong> "Or we could use our advanced technology to scan our motility levels." |
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| + | <strong>Mietta:</strong> "Sounds like a plan. To Zeebat Eight's generic advanced technology lab!" |
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| + | <em>They all pile off. Mantle and Imhoptah stay behind.</em> |
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| + | <strong>Mantle:</strong> "Guess it's time to leave." |
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| + | <strong>Imhoptah:</strong> "Without saying goodbye? Didn't take you for that sort." |
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| + | <strong>Mantle:</strong> "When they find out they're fertile again, |
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| + | they'll want to celebrate and reward me. I'm not in this to be rewarded |
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| + | or for fame." |
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| + | <strong>Imhoptah:</strong> "Hmm. Alright. Let's go then." |
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| + | <strong>Mantle:</strong> "So where to next?" |
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| + | <strong>Imhoptah:</strong> "It's a surprise." |
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| + | <strong>Mantle:</strong> "In other words, the writer of this post just got to this point and realized he has no idea what to do next?" |
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| + | <strong>Imhoptah:</strong> "Precisely." |
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| + | <em>Ugh...</em> |
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Revision as of 10:10, 22 March 2020
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Loose Ends on Zeebat Eight
Mietta: "Well, I had my doubts, but you did it. Those Greys packed up and left!"
Nerifian: "And they did it seemingly of their own accord! If they'd been driven off, that would have just motivated their high command to redouble their strength here."
Mantle: "It just seemed like the obvious solution."
Wait, what solution? I just got here, and there's nothing in the script about this!
Mantle: "Oh, sorry, Narrator."
Mietta: "Narrator? Don't tell me you're one of those NeStian loonies who hears voice in their heads."
Nerifian: "He drove off the Greys, I don't care how loony he is."
Imhoptah: "He's not loony, the Narrator is real."
Mietta and the fayries look in some surprise at the impossible smith, but accept his words.
Anyway, is no one going to explain this to me?
Imhoptah: "No. Regrettably, the writer of this post is lacking both imagination and motivation to invent the solution."
Typical. What was the point of taking a vacation from that whacko NeS if Leg is going to be just as bad?
Mantle: "And as for your impotence, that's really easy to fix, at least for me."
He studies the threads of all the fayries, then reaches out with mental hands and adjusts a few.
Asshead #2: "I don't feel any different."
Mantle: "If you felt anything, that'd be a problem."
Asshead #3: "Okay, so how do we tell if it worked? I mean, it's fine for you to say you can tell, but the rest of us can't see whatever you can."
Asshead #4: "Let's have an orgy and see if any of us get pregnant!"
The other fayries roll their eyes.
Nerifian: "Or we could use our advanced technology to scan our motility levels."
Mietta: "Sounds like a plan. To Zeebat Eight's generic advanced technology lab!"
They all pile off. Mantle and Imhoptah stay behind.
Mantle: "Guess it's time to leave."
Imhoptah: "Without saying goodbye? Didn't take you for that sort."
Mantle: "When they find out they're fertile again, they'll want to celebrate and reward me. I'm not in this to be rewarded or for fame."
Imhoptah: "Hmm. Alright. Let's go then."
Mantle: "So where to next?"
Imhoptah: "It's a surprise."
Mantle: "In other words, the writer of this post just got to this point and realized he has no idea what to do next?"
Imhoptah: "Precisely."
Ugh...