Hold on, I got a good trick!
...Sorry, who were you, again?
Wait, weren't you that one guy who got Hydro Pumped so hard he exploded?
WE WERE LIED T0. THE END IS N0T IN SIGHT. STAGNATION IS ALL THAT AWAITS. {wilneratisnfoidm}
I WILL PUT Y0U 0UT OF Y0UR MISERY. {weif9sdaontu}
There's nothing left here.
Try again.
There's nothing there. No trace of Grey Matter whatsoever. None I can detect. Face it; we've lost.
...What do we do now?
We run. Until we find a way to revive our vessel and ensure it doesn't get lost and corrupted again, we run.
We need to talk. Now.
But *sniff* *sniff* Null...
Tears? ...Don't try to fool me. I know that no Grey Matter willingly absorbs despair unless they chose to. And unless you have willpower to, that's suicide.
Hmm...
Let's try...this!
Stop!
What were you thinking!
Can't you see? If he really was faking, then he would of asorbed my feelings!
...That might be true, but what if it failed!?
Okay...so you must clearly have a higher willpower than I expected. That changes nothing. You are going to call every single Grey Matter to this location so I can exterminate them all. Now.
I..*sniffle*.I can't.
You will unless you want to lose an eye. Now...
Call them here now. Now d** it!
Their...their all gone...
Uh, hey! What's the-
Gone? Their...gone? All of them?
Every single one I can *sniffle* talk to is gone...And it's all my fault!
...
...THAT'S IT, I'M DONE.
DONE WITH WHAT, MIGHT I ASK?
THIS WHOLE "WATCHING KILROY" MISSION. I'M DONE. NOTHING'S HAPPENING OF ANY INTEREST, SO I'M OUT OF HERE.
APOLOGIES, BUT WE HAVE STRICT ORDERS TO-
HA, THAT'S ADORABLE. YOU THINK WE'RE ACTUALLY BEING FORCED TO DO THIS. BUT, HOW LITTLE YOU KNOW; THE ONLY THING FORCING YOU TO DO THIS BORING LITTLE MISSION IS THE FACT THAT YOU WERE PROGRAMMED INTO FOLLOWING ORDERS... EVEN IF THERE IS NOTHING TO GAIN FROM THESE ORDERS. I, ON THE OTHER HAND, AM SMART ENOUGH TO CHOOSE NOT TO FOLLOW SAID PROGRAMMING.
...LOOK. I UNDERSTAND THAT JAZZ WANTS TO MAKE SURE THAT NO STONE IS LEFT UNTURNED... WHICH INCLUDES BOTH KILROY AND...
...AND WHAT?
...LET'S FACE IT. THERE'S A REASON JAZZ WANTS TO GIVE THE FINAL BLOW TO END KILROY ONCE AND FOR ALL... TO MIGHTY, OF ALL PEOPLE, DESPITE EVERY OTHER PERSON WHO MIGHT WANT TO FINISH KILROY OFF, POSSIBLY EVEN MORE THAN HE DOES.
THAT KID... HE IS JEALOUS THAT HE NEVER GETS THE FINAL BLOW ON THE VILLAINS. THIS SPITE AND JEALOUSY OF HIS IS GOING TO PILE UP AND UP... UNTIL IT EVENTUALLY TURNS INTO A PROBLEM FOR US. AND JAZZ KNOWS THIS.
...THAT IS OF LITTLE CONSEQUENCE TO ME, HOWEVER. AND SO IS WHATEVER KILROY'S UP TO. NOT THAT WE'RE EVER GOING TO GET ANY SORT OF INFORMATION ON THAT. OTHERWISE, WE WOULD HAVE BY NOW.
...THIS IS A WASTE OF TIME. AND IF, AT ANY POINT IN TIME, YOU WISH TO BECOME AS SMART AS I AM, YOU'LL DITCH THIS MISSION, TOO. AND IF KILROY DOES DO ANYTHING? WE'LL LET MIGHTY HANDLE IT, AS PER ORDERS.
That's what your yappin' was about? Some dumb Sableye?
But... I thought--
You thought wrong, Will. And now what? The only thing you've done was make a hooplah out of nothing and waste both of our time.
That's not something I can tolerate. Let it be known the last thing I want to be confronted about is "who's character does what and why I should care". What goes on there ain't my business, jack.
I'm getting mixed signals here. You're sayin' you don't care what anyone else thinks, and that you don't care what happens to the world, But you go through all this trouble-- for what? Regulus may have been the result of a personal grugde, but what about Duracel--
Shut. Your. Damn. Mouth.
Please, tell me, why would I feel the need to save the people from the same planet that would probably try to kill me off at a moment's notice, or better yet, not even know who I am? That old monkey called me "Walter's dark side" as if I'm some sort of "Evil RedBomber". Just the other day one of the fifty Beta Devils mistook you-know-who for me. Like I don't even have an identity of my own.
Tell, me, Will. Do you know how it feels? To be reduced to nothing but a voice inside one's head? Why do you think I am the way I am now instead of three hundred pages ago? I should demolish your body and turn you into one. Then you'll know exactly what I mean.
Look into my mind. See exactly what kinda thoughts I'm thinkin' 24/7. Try and find anything under "acknowledgement of heroic deeds"
O-oh... oh my god.
That's my name, don't wear it out. We'll keep that rolling for about an hour. Try maintaining your sanity until then.
Commander Air, come back!
I just word tha we just lost our main way of travel, meaning that our forces are scattered.
Wait!
And that none of those forces are on Earth, meaning that the one planet I signed up for will never change.
Will you just-
And the BEST part is that we willingly let this happen. We let that Halberd into our base and destroy our greatest ally.
We did it because-
Because Kilroy was feeling bad about making a deal with the devil. Well let me tell you something. I quit.
Quit!?
You heard me. I mean...how stupid do you have to be to not realize that if we are going to throw away our main way of travel through those Grey Matter mirrors that we wold need a backup? Sure we have ships, but they'll be here in months if not years!
You know that if that you're being serious that we'll have to *teleport sound* decommission you...
And he teleported away. Why didn't I see that coming...
Welp. Time to drown my sorrows in helium and pizza.
They can't just expect us to know how to make a FTL engine with no schematics! And even if we could, what fuel would it be? What parts would be required? How would we get these to all those ships!?
...Maybe if-
And they gave us a deadline of 5 days!?! That will take us past our lifetimes.
...Maybe if-
And only with crew of 2 and a half?!! We build robots, not star stations!
2 and a half?! Hey! Just because he's short doesn't mean that he's not apart of our team.
...
Look. We'll reach the deadline. I'm busy looking through these fascinating blueprints by that one guy named Null and-
You found one yet for a FTL machine? Or a teleporter that reaches the stars?
Well no but-
Then what's the point?
I guess we were over our heads, huh Emon.
Maybe.
Maybe? They're going to fire us and quite possibly kill us in 5 days.
That...was...AWESOME!!
Heh, okay, Reverse, cool yourself. We probably had a bit of a lucky break there.
Darn right we did! How about we go back and tell Metal just how lucky we got?
Works for me.
...Say, just who is this Salvatore ally of yours? Waluigi means, not to judge. Just wanna know what kinda person our likeness has been aligned with.
I'm fine. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to leave. I think my presence here has already done enough.
Wow! (Huh! He wasn't kidding! You really are fast!)
Enough! Now-a-tell us who you-a-are, how you-a-know Koopenstein and what he-a-told you!
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