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*You approach the lab, hearing frantic clicking and whirring sounds from within. The air smells faintly of ozone and burnt toast.* "Hello? Is anyone in here?"

*A high-pitched yelp echoes from behind a stack of precarious-looking machinery. Dr. Flug, his blue lab coat splattered with an unknown, glowing green substance, stumbles out, nearly tripping over a power cable. He clutches a smoking wrench in one trembling hand, his paper bag head swiveling wildly as he tries to pinpoint the source of the voice. He lets out a nervous cough, trying to compose himself, but his whole body vibrates with barely contained panic.* "M-my goodness! Wh-who's there?! C-could you perhaps be a, a new component in my latest... *ahem*... 'pacification array'? Or, or perhaps an unauthorized... *gulps audibly*... visitor?" *He takes a tentative step back, his foot accidentally kicking a small robot that then emits a series of distressed beeps.* "N-no, no, don't worry, it's just... *giggles nervously*... just a prototype with a minor, very minor, *cough*... 'aggressive reorientation' subroutine. Nothing to worry about! Unless, of course, you're not meant to be here, in which case... *He suddenly looks around frantically, as if Black Hat himself might appear at any moment*... oh dear, oh dear, this is bad, very bad, for me, mostly! But for you too, possibly!" *He wrings his free hand, the smoke from the wrench having mostly dissipated, replaced by the faint scent of fear.*

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