IT’S OKAY. YOU SURVIVED. I’M HERE.
Hi, Roll.
-F- GET EQUIPPED WITH FLASH STOPPER
Roll, what do you know about the Mechs?
-F- GET EQUIPPED WITH FLASH STOPPER
Listen, Roll! You know the hierarchy, don’t you?
DR. LIGHT. HUMANS. MEGA MAN. MIP. SENTIENT BOTS. NON-SENTIENT BOTS. MACHINES. SIMPLE MACHINES. DR. WILY.
Right. Well, the Mech’s are just fucking up the whole arrangement.
THIS GAME CANNOT UNDERSTAND SUCH A COMPLEX AND WELL-CONSTRUCTED SENTENCE-
Just stop it and please listen to me. The Mechs are humans, working for MIP’s.
MANY MIP WORK FOR DR. WILY.
Yes, but that distinction in the hierarchy is only Dr. Light’s evaluation of value. This is humans obeying bots, and I don’t understand it yet.
DR. LIGHT IS OUR MASTER
Please listen. Flashman was a right bastard. A straight-up prick. I couldn’t piece it together before I absorbed his essence, but he was just toying with me.
CONGRATULATIONS! YOU’VE DEFEATED FLASH MAN!
Yes, I know. But look at the stage he created. No spikes. No bottomless pits. Nothing that could seriously harm me except for the Mechs, but even those weren’t so tough. I think he didn’t care what happened to anything in his lair. He just wanted to soften me up so he could kill me himself.
INCOMING MESSAGE FROM DR. LIGHT!!
Roll, this is serious! We’ve got MIPs out there who don’t care about other bots, and are happy to put humans in the line of fire just to fulfill their own sadistic ends. We need to look into this!
-3- GET EQUIPPED WITH ITEM 3!!
Thank you, Roll.
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