Terry sat on one of the benches near the front desk. Gregory approached him. “I can make you legs.” Terry muttered in a deep, menacing voice. “Nwo, tanks!” Greg replied, cheerily, trying to mask the shivers Terry gave him. Amethyst walked over, a confused look on his face. “Where is tall thing?” He asked, looking concerned. “It’s not much to worry about. As long as Tim is out, hints will be fine. He is capable,” the professor assured, coming out of seemingly nowhere. “But da powew mights shut off! He couwd be huwt!” Greg cried. “If he gets hurt, he’ll still be fine. Terry is a medical professional,” the professor said. “I wouldn’t be so sure,” quatrz joined the conversation. “Tall thing was a raging success. Aggressive, genius, and can teleport? Tim won’t survive that!” He finished. “Escapist dinosaur and Plasmic Disturbance is also on the loose!” Amethyst reminded. “I’m gowna haf ta make sowm updawtes to da secuwity system.” Greg mentioned. “Like a gate on the containment facility so any breaches can’t get access to the rest of the building,” Terry suggested. “Terry makes a good point,” said a voice behind them, followed by a honk.
