| Like the 'do? Not my usual style, but it's worth it|
for the answers concealed in the Archives. That
Hazard blocking our path got a mouthful of the
techno-organic poison I used to dye my hair,
and a headful of new programming, so he
shouldn't be a problem for us any longer.
My fellow Lagomorphs and I have some missions
for you if you're interested in helping us escape
this accursed world.
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|If our intelligence a blessing or a curse, human?|
Some days I can't tell the difference.