OOC: Yeah, I just didn't want to ruin the sheer drama of The Door, so I'm making this guy a basket case. He won't always be like this, due to being bipolar.
IC:
"Well I.." his normal side regaining control;
"Well, I don't really know how long I've been out. I was working for Molluck for several months, and then poof, I get frozen somehow. Sorry about all this, I suffer from numerous psychological disor.."
His psychotic side took over again.
"Yes, disorder, yes. That's what THEY want you to think, ignorant pawns. I've seen your meetings, your secret plot to take over the world with robots. It's all here in my case, see?" he said, holding up air like a mime.
"Yes, you cannot see it, but that's only because of their SECRET MIND IMPLANTS OF CONTROL AND ULTIMATE POOOWER!" he said, hyperventilating.
"You Sheephabitants call me paranoid, but only because I see THE TRUTH! The truth of the giant robot scrab army. The truth of the conspiracy against me. The truth of Paramite muffin cakes! It's all here in front of your eyes, and yet you deny. You DENY!"
Arrack began running towards the kitchen, ignoring all else there.
"You see this boiling water? It's not really boiling, but THEY want you to think it is. For you see, only the painful TRUTH can set you free!"
Arrack dived in to the water, feeling the scalding pain. He quickly jumped out;
"Yes, for they don't want you to see. Their robots will KILL you with their LASER EYES! But I'm not really burnt, and this steel door isn't really.." he said running out of the room towards the lab door, and consequently knocking himself out.
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Praetyre heard a loud bang on the door. He then spoke on the mike again.
"You know, you don't have to bang on the door like an angry Scrab. I can hear you quite well."
Praetyre walked towards the door, trying to see what was making the noise.
"I'm terrible sorry if I kept you waiting sir, but please knock gently this time. We wouldn't want to cost the boss a lot of.."
Praetyre looked through the external view and felt every word, and every colour drain from his face. Was this possible? Was this a prank, or real.
Praetyre turned to his superior;
"Sir, don't look outside. I would hate to make you sick."
Praetyre swung open the door, picking up the Slig outside with metallic hands and draggings his pants along.. Even through them, he could feel intense heat. The heartbeat of the Slig was incredible. It was nearly three times the regular rate. He wondered what could keep someone alive under that stress.
"Sir, it looks like we have a visitor."
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