Prototype storage.
> Head along to prototype storage, looking at other stuff as you go.
The only constant is Chaos.
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> Head to power generation and see if you can knock out the power temporarily.
MEANWHILE,L IN A FINELY ESTABLISHED ESTABLISHMENT OF ESTABLISHERY OF THE FYCC AND FYAG GENTLEMEN'S CLUB, WE MEET OUR CO-PROTAGONIST INSIDE A GREY, SOPHSTICATED SUIT OF GENTLEMANRY. SOME PEOPLE CALLED HIM THE MAGICAL WIZARDY OF SOPHICATED HATRED, BUT OTHER JUST CALLED HIM BY HIS MAIDEN NAME, FAWKES. FAWKES WAS FEELING PARTICULARY HATEFUL TODAY AS HE ADJUSTS HSI MONICLE AND TAKES A GREAT GULP OF MS. GLUBBERY'S [lemon juice].
Johhny: Alright Guys-
Yellowjacket: Hold on, “Guys”?
Johhny: Well, you two vetoed “Gang”, what’s your problem now.
Yellowjacket: Well, with Jess here, a gender-specific term like “Guys” doesn’t really seem applicable here.
Johhny: …whatever. Let’s get to the Prototype Storage. I don’t hear anybody, so we should be able to work without interruption.
Jess : Unless your little cowboy act with the cameras triggered any other security systems.
Johhny: Like an alarm? Jack, Zupdog triggered the fire alarms right?
Yellowjacket: Yeah.
Johhny: So, no elevators until they do the reset, which means no trouble. Even if the alarms go off, all they’ll be able to do is sit and watch, except they can’t, because I shot their cameras.
Yellowjacket: So, no trouble?
Johhny: No Trouble.
Yellowjacket: Unless they have some sort of automated system down here.
Johhny: Automated Systems? What, like security robots?
Yellowjacket: Yeah, exactly like security robots.
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No, it's cool guys, these things are basically just jokes. You just shoot them in the eye when they ask for authorization.
Works every time.
> Yellowjacket: Inform them of the robot over here if you can't hack it somehow.
The only constant is Chaos.
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Robot: Be the fourth thief.
MEANWHILE,L IN A FINELY ESTABLISHED ESTABLISHMENT OF ESTABLISHERY OF THE FYCC AND FYAG GENTLEMEN'S CLUB, WE MEET OUR CO-PROTAGONIST INSIDE A GREY, SOPHSTICATED SUIT OF GENTLEMANRY. SOME PEOPLE CALLED HIM THE MAGICAL WIZARDY OF SOPHICATED HATRED, BUT OTHER JUST CALLED HIM BY HIS MAIDEN NAME, FAWKES. FAWKES WAS FEELING PARTICULARY HATEFUL TODAY AS HE ADJUSTS HSI MONICLE AND TAKES A GREAT GULP OF MS. GLUBBERY'S [lemon juice].
Just put a blanket over it's eye.
It will go to sleep like a bird.
Then you can do wierd tech-stuff to it.
The Robot Tries to be the Fourth Thief, but the Fourth Thief doesn’t like that very much and, to be honest, is a little intimidating. The Robot decides not to step on his/her toes.
You’re pretty sure you just did. As for hacking it? See above, Hacker, not Wizard.
If you had access to the computer that was running these things on the other hand.
Robot: STATE NAME AND AUTHORIZATION CODE
Johhny: Bang?
Robot: RESPONSE NOT RECOGNIZED. REPEAT RESPONSE
Jess : You like that gun don’t you?
Johhny: A little bit.
Jess : Boys and their Toys.
Yellowjacket: Okay, can we start with how bad an idea that was?
Johhny: Why? I already shot the camera, so shooting this isn’t giving them anything new.
Yellowjacket: Because I think we’re dealing with G.R.U.F.F Tiered Response robots.
Jess : Gruff? You mean like the Billy goats?
Yellowjacket: Yes, exactly like the Billy goats.
Johhny: Wait, what exactly are you saying here?
Yellowjacket: I’m saying that robot had a bigger brother.
Johhny: How much bigger?
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Destroy the robot! They can't possibly have anything bigger!
MEANWHILE,L IN A FINELY ESTABLISHED ESTABLISHMENT OF ESTABLISHERY OF THE FYCC AND FYAG GENTLEMEN'S CLUB, WE MEET OUR CO-PROTAGONIST INSIDE A GREY, SOPHSTICATED SUIT OF GENTLEMANRY. SOME PEOPLE CALLED HIM THE MAGICAL WIZARDY OF SOPHICATED HATRED, BUT OTHER JUST CALLED HIM BY HIS MAIDEN NAME, FAWKES. FAWKES WAS FEELING PARTICULARY HATEFUL TODAY AS HE ADJUSTS HSI MONICLE AND TAKES A GREAT GULP OF MS. GLUBBERY'S [lemon juice].
He's a world-famous ninja photographer with a robot buddy named Sparky. She's a provocative paranoid journalist with a flame-thrower. They fight crime!
I finally have internet again! F**K YES!
Just apply an eye-drop spray!
Also, you totally should've done that blanket thing.
MEANWHILE,L IN A FINELY ESTABLISHED ESTABLISHMENT OF ESTABLISHERY OF THE FYCC AND FYAG GENTLEMEN'S CLUB, WE MEET OUR CO-PROTAGONIST INSIDE A GREY, SOPHSTICATED SUIT OF GENTLEMANRY. SOME PEOPLE CALLED HIM THE MAGICAL WIZARDY OF SOPHICATED HATRED, BUT OTHER JUST CALLED HIM BY HIS MAIDEN NAME, FAWKES. FAWKES WAS FEELING PARTICULARY HATEFUL TODAY AS HE ADJUSTS HSI MONICLE AND TAKES A GREAT GULP OF MS. GLUBBERY'S [lemon juice].
> Point behind it and say the intruders are over there.
> Run to the security room.
The only constant is Chaos.
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MEANWHILE,L IN A FINELY ESTABLISHED ESTABLISHMENT OF ESTABLISHERY OF THE FYCC AND FYAG GENTLEMEN'S CLUB, WE MEET OUR CO-PROTAGONIST INSIDE A GREY, SOPHSTICATED SUIT OF GENTLEMANRY. SOME PEOPLE CALLED HIM THE MAGICAL WIZARDY OF SOPHICATED HATRED, BUT OTHER JUST CALLED HIM BY HIS MAIDEN NAME, FAWKES. FAWKES WAS FEELING PARTICULARY HATEFUL TODAY AS HE ADJUSTS HSI MONICLE AND TAKES A GREAT GULP OF MS. GLUBBERY'S [lemon juice].
Destroy it and head towards the prototypes.
Less talky, more shooty.
Jack: Put hawaiian shirt and sunglasses on broken robot, then prop him up and tell the other robot that he's fine.
MEANWHILE,L IN A FINELY ESTABLISHED ESTABLISHMENT OF ESTABLISHERY OF THE FYCC AND FYAG GENTLEMEN'S CLUB, WE MEET OUR CO-PROTAGONIST INSIDE A GREY, SOPHSTICATED SUIT OF GENTLEMANRY. SOME PEOPLE CALLED HIM THE MAGICAL WIZARDY OF SOPHICATED HATRED, BUT OTHER JUST CALLED HIM BY HIS MAIDEN NAME, FAWKES. FAWKES WAS FEELING PARTICULARY HATEFUL TODAY AS HE ADJUSTS HSI MONICLE AND TAKES A GREAT GULP OF MS. GLUBBERY'S [lemon juice].
No we're caught. theres nothing to do but either surrender, fight, or shoot the moon.
Yellowjacket, you can stop waving that cable at him. It's not scary.
redhat: hat + robot eye= blind robot.