"No," she mopes. "Should've punched Fassad's stupid face harder."
"It'll be his loss and our gain if we can keep going."
They have nothing left to do with Locria's possessions and leave the shell one by one.
The elevator takes them up once again, the commotion of a party awaiting them when they stop. The doors open to a play room, the game on the floor appearing to be some version of whack-a-mole. A small, chubby, blond boy of a robot waits by the side, a red light flashing on his head.
"Ah, Master Lucas has arrived at last," the chauffeur from the flying limo greets at the door. "And I will be your host in these games to determine if you are a fit playmate for Master Porky."
With a gesture to the others, he adds, "Would anyone else like to play?"
Re: The Empire Pork Building
"Feel any better?" he asks.
"No," she mopes. "Should've punched Fassad's stupid face harder."
"It'll be his loss and our gain if we can keep going."
They have nothing left to do with Locria's possessions and leave the shell one by one.
The elevator takes them up once again, the commotion of a party awaiting them when they stop. The doors open to a play room, the game on the floor appearing to be some version of whack-a-mole. A small, chubby, blond boy of a robot waits by the side, a red light flashing on his head.
"Ah, Master Lucas has arrived at last," the chauffeur from the flying limo greets at the door. "And I will be your host in these games to determine if you are a fit playmate for Master Porky."
With a gesture to the others, he adds, "Would anyone else like to play?"