> SaDOS: Have dreams of eating piles of cake crushed.
You have no such dreams, or really any dreams at all, because you're a robot.
Besides, to you, the appeal in baking is nothing so crass as stuffing a wet organic digestive tube full of sweets like some kind of slobbering primate. Baking is a scientific, graceful art… a symphony of flour and chemistry, a dance of eggs and endothermic chemical reactions. Don't even get you STARTED on the artistry of fondant and frosting. Cake creation is a beautiful scientific art in and of itself, and it's hard not to be indignant that everyone just focuses on your creations happening to be edible. So instead you're just always indignant.
> SaDOS: use cake decorator to make smiley face on pal3000.
There. That'll show HIM who doesn't have a mouth!!! He mostly just seems amused though.
…Okay, this is a dumb waste of time. Time to go get those humans.
> Des and Hakeem: Realize the destruction you're causing!
You fail to realize the destruction you're causing. You're both so caught up in your attacks that you fail to notice much of ANYTHING about your surroundings!
> Des: Move your desnado forward towards Hakeem.
You know you're not going to accomplish much by just being on the defensive. Time to move on to the offensive and end this.
> Des: Seems like the only way to establish your realness is to punch or kick that invisible machine.
Your DESNADO attack start to making contact! Hakeem feels… big and boxy and metallic. You start dealing out some dance-based damage, as the tornado around you continues to deflect the laser attacks! His invisibility shield begins to falter!
> Lasers: Accidentally tap MUB keypad.
You also completely fail to notice one of the laser beams make contact with the mass of wires where the MULTI-USE BEAM STATION keypad used to be. It begins to charge!
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You're both caught off-guard by the MULTI-USE BEAM STATION! You feel… you feel…
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Normal?
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HAKEEM: W-we're big again! It's finally over!
HAKEEM: I mean, my mech suit is ruined, but IT'S FINALLY OVER!!!
DESMODENA: yep, sure seems like it
DESMODENA: the being tiny part at least, if not the being trapped in truecorp part
DESMODENA: now will you stop freaking attacking me???
DESMODENA: and calling me a horror succubus or whatever?
HAKEEM: Nightmare Temptress. But… yes. I'm sorry Des.
HAKEEM: I think I believe you now. Or at least that you're not in league with those monster things.
HAKEEM: I'm still not really sure what's going on here, whether this is all a dream or not, but…
HAKEEM: I can't afford to chase off any allies.
HAKEEM: I guess I was just stuck in survival mode for so long that I guess I was starting to lose it a little.
DESMODENA: well… i guess it's okay. seems like we've both gone through a lot.
DESMODENA: …wow. we really made this place look like shit.
HAKEEM: No kidding.
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DESMODENA: so i guess we managed to trigger the growification code??? 100 or whatever
DESMODENA: why didn't the robot grow too tho? that thing could've come in handy
HAKEEM: Well actually, judging from the color and scent of the beam… I think that was the default 000 code.
DESMODENA: …the null code???
DESMODENA: like the one that negates all the other beam effects??? HAKEEM: That's the one. We should now be completely back to normal! Huzzah!
> Des: Slap the hell out of the invisible man!!!!
He's not invisible anymore, but you happily oblige.
HAKEEM: OW!!! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!
DESMODENA: i had freaking super powers you ass!!!
DESMODENA: they were badass and keeping me from getting killed!!!
DESMODENA: now i'm just… normal
DESMODENA: ugh
DESMODENA: and it looks like my raygun is back to normal too
DESMODENA: this is all your fault!!!
HAKEEM: MY FAULT?!
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HAKEEM: First of all, I wasn't the one spreading someone else's well-aimed lasers all over the place willy-nilly!
HAKEEM: SECOND of all, we're not tiny and vulnerable anymore! THAT'S A GOOD THING!
HAKEEM: If anything, we're ridiculously lucky this happened, since it appears to have been a complete accident!
HAKEEM: ***THIRD*** of all, I've lost TRACK of how long I've been tiny and trapped in this damn room!
HAKEEM: So you've got SOME NERVE coming into the house I painstakingly built myself, BLOWING IT UP, and then having the AUDACITY to complain about the one thing you've done to make my situation marginally better!!!
DESMODENA: …fine
DESMODENA: i'm sorry for what you've been through
DESMODENA: …and for slapping you
DESMODENA: and i'm glad we're not tiny anymore, it was kind of a pain in the ass to do anything even with my flying powers and super strength
DESMODENA: but i don't get why you didn't just put that code in in the first place
DESMODENA: like, weren't you the one who removed the keypad? it was in your house, so you must've been able to access it
HAKEEM: You don't think I tried to turn myself back to normal with the M.U.B.S.?
HAKEEM: Of course I did! Over and over and OVER.
HAKEEM: But even when I managed to scale that wall, I couldn't press the keys and then get to the platform in time.
HAKEEM: So finally I just figured it'd be better to disable the machine and figure something else out.
HAKEEM: It was more important to make sure that one of those… things… didn't gain access to it.
DESMODENA: things?
HAKEEM: Those nightmare beasts.
> Hakeem: Why so paranoid?
DESMODENA: …why tho
DESMODENA: those things are tiny
DESMODENA: and it's not like a couple of brainless monsters would know know how to use it
DESMODENA: right?
HAKEEM: Wrong. Ridiculously wrong.
HAKEEM: They have the power of numbers on their side, and are more intelligent than they look.
HAKEEM: How do you think I got shrunk down?
HAKEEM: I made the idiotic mistake of using the 666 code on a cupcake I teleported into my lab, and it ran off into the walls. I messaged you to warn you, but while my back was turned, it was back with a bunch of mutated mice, which hijacked the Multi-Use Beam Gun I developed, shrunk me down, and dragged me off into their lair.
DESMODENA: damn. well that explains a lot :/
DESMODENA: how many mice exactly?
HAKEEM: Like a dozen. I think they must have gained access to a Mouse-o-Matic somewhere and cloned a bunch.
DESMODENA: well shit
DESMODENA: how did you get away???
HAKEEM: I got lucky I guess. It seems like they were all distracted by an oversized laptop they pilfered from one of the labs, but I couldn't get a good look at what they were doing. It almost seemed like they were having a text conversation with someone, but I can't imagine with whom.
HAKEEM: So I snuck away, and as soon as I found this lab and got cleaned up, I did what I could to barricade myself inside.
HAKEEM: But I don't trust them to not find a way through eventually, so removing the MUBS keypad was an additional precaution.
HAKEEM: You know the sheer breadth of what those beams can do!
HAKEEM: That's a big part of why I don't think this place can possibly be real. Most of those beams defy all rational scientific explanation, and yet obviously their effects are very, very real to us.
HAKEEM: At least the Multi-Use Beam Stations are too big for them to really use effectively. I don't even want to think about what would happen if those nightmare abominations got a more portable version or something.
HAKEEM: Using the 666 code on a bunch of cloned mice is probably only the start.
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DESMODENA: ……shit
HAKEEM: What?
DESMODENA: uh
DESMODENA: i may have some bad news :/
HAKEEM: …
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DESMODENA: …ok, maybe multiple batches of bad news