[As he's wandering the halls, a pack of Fous run past him with a strange little robot on their heels. It looks like one of Babbage's creations except--why, yes, it's electric. Instead of shooting bullets, though, it's currently trying to shoot nets at the Fous and missing. One probably bounces off Tesla harmlessly.
Around the corner there's a great (literal) roar of laughter.]
Yes! This is what we need! If I can secure a room I can make ten, no, fifty, no, a hundred! It should be easy to capture the creatures then.
late but trouble with foubbles
Around the corner there's a great (literal) roar of laughter.]
Yes! This is what we need! If I can secure a room I can make ten, no, fifty, no, a hundred! It should be easy to capture the creatures then.
[Then he turns the corner. His mood sinks.]
You! Don't start thinking that you'll solve this!