Another Monday Morning
A flash of blue light engulfs the room as a white, steel teleporter appears. You step into the teleporter, hoping that the clone which will emerge from the other side will make a good successor.
YOU ARE DEAD.
But I don't feel like being a cheap bastard, so let's continue on from the clone.
YOU ARE DEAD.
But I don't feel like being a cheap bastard, so let's continue on from the clone.