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[There is a man in a large underground room. It is floored with tile and the walls are set with mysterious plaques and significant mosaics. It is not where he intends to be.
The man stands at a console at a wall that is covered in a sequence of strange symbols. They are echoed on the console's input. He is regarding them and musing.]
Yeah, I get it. [He pushes aside the chair in front of the console and presses the symbol-marked buttons in a creful sequence.] Backwards R, squashed spider, squiggle, that thing from the Led Zeppelin album cover, foot. [He hits the green thing that appears to be an enter key.]
[A red X flashes on the screen, and a lot BZZZZT resounds through the base.
Blake says,] Hmm.
[His hand rests on his chin as he looks up at the wall.] In that case, the answer can only be,
[He grabs the chair, hoists it above his head, and slams it against the console repeatedly.]
FUCK - YOUR - HIEROGLYPHIC - HORSE - SHIT!
The man stands at a console at a wall that is covered in a sequence of strange symbols. They are echoed on the console's input. He is regarding them and musing.]
Yeah, I get it. [He pushes aside the chair in front of the console and presses the symbol-marked buttons in a creful sequence.] Backwards R, squashed spider, squiggle, that thing from the Led Zeppelin album cover, foot. [He hits the green thing that appears to be an enter key.]
[A red X flashes on the screen, and a lot BZZZZT resounds through the base.
Blake says,] Hmm.
[His hand rests on his chin as he looks up at the wall.] In that case, the answer can only be,
[He grabs the chair, hoists it above his head, and slams it against the console repeatedly.]
FUCK - YOUR - HIEROGLYPHIC - HORSE - SHIT!
