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[megamind]

[That is one surly looking alien sitting on a piano bench, a guitar -- just holding it. Not plucking, not strumming, not even tuning. Just holding it.]

Albert Wily is missing.

From what I can gather he's been missing since before the incident in the corridors.

So -- how many is that now? So much for our vaunted security -- official or otherwise -- or the people who pretend like they're authority here-- How many have to vanish before any of us do anything?

Useless. All your talk of organization, of safety -- and not a one of us are safe -- and we don't even know if it's one of us -- or one of them.

[He snorts softly, eyes cutting to the side, before he kills the comm signal]

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[megamind]

Yes, a lot of people found that room. That's not the point. The point is they were trapped for days before hand, and we couldn't do anything and--

--you're mostly hoping to go back and find rum, aren't you?

[bottlearum]

[He gives a shrug and a grin.]

I ain't gonna say no t'free rum, mate.

[megamind]

[Facepalm, groan.]

You're hopeless.

[bottlearum]

[He gives a shrug, holding his hands out to the side.]

It ain't me fault there ain't no gold on this ship.

[megamind]

[Megamind makes a frustrated noise, and just cuts the feed.]