You're not liking this guy. Even the last thing that tried to eat you turned out to be relatively kind, and it's not just your natural alarm bells either; even the head-chatter seems to be giving off more worrisome vibes than usual.

Still, you should find out all you can for now. You follow him back to the staff lobby, and notice those talking scissors have wandered off somewhere.


...Where are we going, anyway?


Food run. I can't even tell if I need food, but I'd rather not find out the hard way.

Shut up a second, you could get me caught.


Oh no. Sorry.

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