[IN THE BASEMENT OF SOMEONE'S MOM...]
Hidden from his various assailants, Ragn furiously types away at a computer that's old enough to vote. The device's fans make a wheezing sound as the runaway alcohol raider reads over his own research notes...
When suddenly...
BWOOPBWOOPBWWWWOOOP!
Ragn: "What the..."
Trollolo: "WtfYudooodissssImmareppppoortuuu?! Polololololol Ammmirite?!"
Upon seeing the abomination that just got teleported in, Ragn quickly reaches for the gun on his desk!
Ragn: "No."
A single shot is enough to fell the disgusting tresspasser, pink blood gushing from its wound.
Ragn: "Seriously are we some kind of trash bin dimension or something? L-MO!"
The screen turns on, revealing a familiar face.
L-MO: "Hi Mr. Valdr!"
Ragn: "Hey L-MO. Could you do me a favour and track down where this...thing came from?"
L-MO: "Okay Mr. Valdr, L-MO will get right on it!"
While the two are talking, a cleaning robot drives into the room...
Ragn: "You can take the corpse to the labs for dissection and study."
The robot nods and pushes the corpse out of the room while L-MO starts giggling.
L-MO: "The energy traces taste like bubblegum!"
Ragn: "Tell me once you've found out where the culprit of this prank is, okay?"
He puts the gun down, and continues his work...
