You don't really want to hurt these creatures if there's any way to get out peacefully, but your options seem to be dwindling...and you're quickly feeling weak. It's not just that the vapors sting...
LEXIS:
Oh, dear, something wrong?
Oh, dear, something wrong?
YOU:
Dizzy...really dizzy...
Dizzy...really dizzy...
LEXIS:
Yeahhh, that's the neurotoxin, sorry.
Yeahhh, that's the neurotoxin, sorry.
YOU:
The wh...? You said I had time-
The wh...? You said I had time-
LEXIS:
Until you're a hot, frothy stew, sure. You just won't be awake for it. Nothing personal, they just tend to get a little violent near the end. Especially when they know they won't come back.
We gotta eat too, you know.
Until you're a hot, frothy stew, sure. You just won't be awake for it. Nothing personal, they just tend to get a little violent near the end. Especially when they know they won't come back.
We gotta eat too, you know.
You begin to reach for your weapon, but you only stumble a little. You don't even care. It very suddenly feels like there's nothing more important than just lying down and sleeping.
LEXIS:
Bye-bye.
Bye-bye.
