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[whataniceguy]

[ You're not quite sure how you got here, but you're now in the hallway of some sort of base. The walls and floors are impossibly clean and white. It's sort of eerie. But from behind you, you can hear the echos of footsteps, walking towards you.

It's some pink haired guy, dressed as so and he looks a bit shocked at seeing you, before shifting into an easy smile. ]

So, are you going to tell me how you got here?

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[taphophile]

Steak.

[whataniceguy]

. . . I'm sure they'll have steak.

Maybe

[taphophile]

Rare steak.

[whataniceguy]

Rare enough to hear the cow moo?

[taphophile]

. . . I didn't say alive steak.

[whataniceguy]

So not that rare then.

[taphophile]

We should eat together. Company makes a meal taste better.

[whataniceguy]

Oh, I definitely agree.

[ slightly turns to walk back down the hallway ] Follow me.

[taphophile]

[ folloowwwinnggg ]

What is this place anyway? I took a wrong turn and ended up here.

[whataniceguy]

Ahh, I'm not sure exactly how much I can say. But, this is our headquarters of sorts.

[taphophile]

Kind of lame.

[whataniceguy]

We're pretty secretive.

[taphophile]

Secret organizations never do well, to be honest.

[whataniceguy]

Hmm, maybe, but we'll see if we follow the mold.

[taphophile]

Should I wish you luck?

[whataniceguy]

I'd love it if you did.