After months you finally manage to follow him through a network of abandoned underground tunnels back to his lair. The door is still open and the place is unexpectedly spacious. A large round window is on the furthest wall, displaying the blue glow of water behind him. You see a pink cushioned swivel chair in front of it with the inventor sat tinkering with a small contraption with his tongue stuck out in concentration. One moment while I fit this spring.. Done! So, what did you want, stalker?
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