I wonder who to help in the fight, before deciding; "Fuck it." and wandering off to watch some TV on the mansions 82 inch plasma.
Efink meanwhile has retired to the dining room, using it as a makeshift workshop. A few weapons, all in various states of disrepair, are strewn around the table, as are a random assortment of tools and electronics.
"Great, loosing an eye and an arm, how many more Homestuck references do you think we can cram in today?" Efink says, poking his head out of the dining room to see what the explosion's about.
From the ground, a small walkie-talkie appears. Alcor's voice comes in and out, covered in static.
"My my, did I just drive a rift through your little 'G-Team', just by bringing up that troll slut? How naughty you are Alcor! Anyways, I'm off to find this damn Prince of Time. Toodles."
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