Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20171217171524/@comment-27661770-20171221184957

The phone rang in the functional throne room.

"Ah, dammit. Who is it? Thought I said I'd be on an envoy trip to other countries, starting with certifying relations between here and the "Hub Planet"."

He went in and picked up the phone, sneezing because of the dust.

"Who is- Oh. Yeah, some cult popped up. ...Why can't Huavo go? I kinda have shit that needs to be done and Huavo can fight about as well as I can. ...that'll do? All right. Good, because everyone in here up and vanished. Guess they went home, not that I can yell them back if they did. ...yeah, gonna try to get on that. Gotta also monitor the situation here first. They may not know that much personally but they've heard tales. And we don't want a repeat of the fuckshittery the Factory's pulled. ...okay. Don't get yourselves killed now. MacAllister out."

H1 hung up.

"Hey, advisor McTaco-"

"Ay, no. AY, NO."

Machinoz does not like being called things like that.