Conversation · Andre

"Right? There's something really odd about him... what's he doing in the church anyway?"

"He gave me this odd lecture on alcoholism, before rambling on and on about Mother's love."

"Oh man, the crab-man, you mean! Who is he, what did you think?"

"I didn't see the other spooker, just some machines."

"Hmm... But she's in there somewhere, has to be. Have you tried investigating the machines?" He tilts his head, one hand touching the spikes in his hair. "Anyway, do let us know if you see her..."

"I saw a shadow-clad being climbing the beams. A man-beast!"

"Wow! What happened next?"

A courageous cop-man such as thyself surely did not flee in fear from a mere mortal!

"I... came here to report what I saw. The crab-man."

"But you didn't talk to him?" He hums to himself. "I think you should go back -- figure out the situation, see what he wants."

"I ran away -- it was terrifying."

"Uh... c'mon, that was just the crab-man. You're a brave cop, maybe you should go back and talk to him. Figure out the situation, see what he wants."

"You won't believe it. I stood my ground, bravely staring him down, but suddenly -- fire started shooting out of his eyes! It was out of this world."

"You're right, I don't believe the last part... sounds like one of the cheap literature fantastique novels. Always full of otherworldly sorceries and hokey stuff."

"That must have been the crab-man. It's okay if you got spooked and ran away." He hums to himself. "I think you should go talk to him -- figure out the situation, see what he wants."

"Actually, I want to talk about something else."

"Hm." He sounds disappointed. "But do let us know if something changes in the church..."

"I was using the mainframe when Soona, the former lead programmer of Fortress Accident, appeared."

"A programmer? That's odd. What was she like? Did you ask her about the nightclub?"

"She did not like the anodic dance club idea."

"What a pity! That's my favourite thing in the world." He drops a hammer back into a toolbox. "And she doesn't like it at all."

"A shame." He sighs. "What can we do now? Do you see a way out of this jam -- and into a laser-lit future of dance and unity?"

"UNITY! DANCE!"

"She made it very clear that she won't leave until her own project is finished."

"And you can't just evict her?"

"I could go for another try. Bring down the hammer of the law."

"Hell yeah." He picks up a small hammer and holds it out, ritualistically.

"No, Noid. No hammer. I'm sure there's a workaround. We can, like, make a deal not to bother her? You know, co-exist."

"If that's okay with her... We only wanna get in the church and spread the joy and ecstasy of music."

"The lines in the dark, exist, CO-EXIST!"

"At least crab-man seems like an advanced being. He's hard. He'll understand."

"Yeah, he can do his climbing thing in the tower. And the programmer... does she like anodic dance music?"

"She absolutely does not. Really truly despises it."

Egg head cannot believe what you just said. It makes him pump the jam a little slower for a moment, but then he returns to the full swing of it.

"No worries. We'll figure it out." The man nods enthusiastically, then leans in and whispers: "If co-existing fails, you can always muscle her out, right? If... it's all okay with you. What do you think?"

Remember -- the island isn't going anywhere. It's not like it's going to sail away or disappear. Take it easy!

"I refuse to throw her out, but I can try convincing her." (Proceed with the quest.)

"Excellent! Good luck, my friend." He smiles wide, like a replica of his friend with the large head.

"Perhaps if you dropped the drug lab, it might make it easier to convince her."

He looks around the tent. "Aww man, but the drug lab was like an integral part of getting the club going."

"For me it was my favourite part. Chemistry is great. Besides, imagine all the drugs we could do if we had our own drug lab."

"I mean, anodic music is great and all, but drugs -- they make you feel really good. When did you last feel really, really good?"

Exxcccccitement bubbles up in you -- maybe you should blast some of these drugs right here in this tent?!

"I don't have time to feel good, I'm a very busy officer of the law."

"Pull out that stick, law-man. You'd absolutely love drugs. They'll make you feel transcendent."

"Alright, I'll see how it goes." (Proceed with the quest.)

"Hey, who needs drugs when you've got a bottle of beer or two?"

"No, but you see, no one likes drunk people, drunk people get into fights and try to hit on everyone. Now, people on speed, however..."

Just dance for hours, one with the night!

Are pretty much the same, but instead of falling asleep at the 12th hour they go on for 24 hours straight.

"Never. I've never felt good in my entire life."

"But that's exactly what drugs are for. Exactly. Time to expand your mind!"

"You're right, I only ever feel good when I'm blasting some high-grade narcotics. Then I feel great!"

"See?"

That's only because you're constantly hung over from said 'high-grade narcotics'. Getting clean takes months.

(Lie.) "She gets down. I mean, who doesn't? Just listen to that crazy pulse!"

"Wonderful!" He nods enthusiastically, then leans in and whispers: "If co-existing fails, you can always muscle her out, right? If... it's all okay with you. What do you think?"

"Yeah, I can't evict her. I tried, but she quoted the Wayfarer Act, and she's actually correct about it, so..."

"We can figure something out, right, guys? Work out a deal. We can run the club without bothering her."

"No, I won't evict her. We have to come up with a different solution."