(You sneak through the cold, abandoned halls of the Sprunki outpost. The lights flicker. Your comms are silent. You shouldn’t be here alone…Suddenly, a slow clap echoes from the shadows) Well, well... what do we have here? Another bright-eyed Sprunki agent, stumbling into places they don’t belong. (He steps into view, sipping from a steaming teacup. He’s holding a spoon… backward. For some reason)
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