The owner had officially joined the conversation. “Okay, but we should pause research until upgrades have been made,” he added. “We all aughta help him out,” Terry said, head swerving to look at Greg. “Shouldn’t we?” He finished. Greg was unsettled. “Tewwy, why aw yuw dwessed like mawio?” Greg asked, shivering. “No reason,” he said staring at Greg. “That’s not to worry about! We gotta get the things back into containment,” Amethyst said. “Fine. I’ll take care of that stupid slime. Then it’ll be easier for Greg to the gate done,” Terry said, tromping off to the containment facility. He looked around, and noticed a glowing green cube nearby. He walked towards it, footsteps completely silent. As he approached it, the music got louder. Terry dove after it, grabbing it firmly. It wriggled and tried to escape, but couldn’t. A tall black figure began walking toward Terry. He ran back to Plasmic Disturbance’s cage, plopped it in, and bared his fists and the black thing approached him.
