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[ Mosley just waves a hand dismissively, looking completely unfazed by all the shouting. ]
I gave you a tour. The tour has now ended. It's as simple as that and if you feel so strongly about it, you're welcome to call our customer service help line. I'm sure they'll take care of you as best as possible.
[ He even takes his CereVice out of his pocket then, beginning to look through his emails. ]
Honestly, I should think you ungrateful. You were able to see a side of CERES not many people have been gifted with. [ He pauses and then looks up at them, a slow smile spreading across his face. ] I do wonder if you'll use it.
[ And then he looks back down at his CereVice.
After he's done talking (even as the elevator lifts them all out of those grimy, old tunnels), Mosley falls silent, and any attempts to talk to him again just gets "shhh"-ing. It's very irritating. Shhhhhhhhh. Shhhhhh. Oh shut up, Mosley.
And he'll show them out to the front doors, ignoring all of their injuries, and will shove a tiny potted flower into each of their hands. Complete with faces. Thankfully, they don't talk or sing, they just stare. Into your soul.
And then he'll usher them off to go get medical treatment or something and close the front doors behind them.
And when they get home or at the hospital, all at once, their CereVices will ring and when they're pulled out, each screen will show a certain robot those may remember from the previous event. He stares at them blankly for a while before a slow smile spreads across his face and then screen turns black. A few seconds pass and suddenly, letter by letter, a message is shown on the screen. ]
T H A N K S
[ And then the CereVice goes dead. Unfortunately, it'll still be out of service for the next six hours before turning on again and working just like normal after that. Well, except for the fact that any information on the CereVice recorded during the tour is now gone. Whoops. ]
▶ END TOUR.EXE
. . . STARTING RESET.EXE. . .
[ Mosley just waves a hand dismissively, looking completely unfazed by all the shouting. ]
I gave you a tour. The tour has now ended. It's as simple as that and if you feel so strongly about it, you're welcome to call our customer service help line. I'm sure they'll take care of you as best as possible.
[ He even takes his CereVice out of his pocket then, beginning to look through his emails. ]
Honestly, I should think you ungrateful. You were able to see a side of CERES not many people have been gifted with. [ He pauses and then looks up at them, a slow smile spreading across his face. ] I do wonder if you'll use it.
[ And then he looks back down at his CereVice.
After he's done talking (even as the elevator lifts them all out of those grimy, old tunnels), Mosley falls silent, and any attempts to talk to him again just gets "shhh"-ing. It's very irritating. Shhhhhhhhh. Shhhhhh. Oh shut up, Mosley.
And he'll show them out to the front doors, ignoring all of their injuries, and will shove a tiny potted flower into each of their hands. Complete with faces. Thankfully, they don't talk or sing, they just stare. Into your soul.
And then he'll usher them off to go get medical treatment or something and close the front doors behind them.
And when they get home or at the hospital, all at once, their CereVices will ring and when they're pulled out, each screen will show a certain robot those may remember from the previous event. He stares at them blankly for a while before a slow smile spreads across his face and then screen turns black. A few seconds pass and suddenly, letter by letter, a message is shown on the screen. ]
[ And then the CereVice goes dead. Unfortunately, it'll still be out of service for the next six hours before turning on again and working just like normal after that. Well, except for the fact that any information on the CereVice recorded during the tour is now gone. Whoops. ]