OWOBALL: Heyy Mimic! MIMIC: Oh! ...Woball. MIMIC: What's up? OWOBALL: The ceiling. MIMIC: Pft hahaha. OWOBALL: It wasn't that funny. MIMIC: I like to laugh at things! OWOBALL: Okay.
[OwOball walks inside the room, looking at the various machines lying around. Most are incomplete.]
OWOBALL: ...Does he ever do anything other than build this stuff? MIMIC: I mean- OWOBALL: Other than work at the cafe. MIMIC: That's still two things. OWOBALL: ...Yeah, okay, I guess it is. MIMIC: Why are you here? OWOBALL: I... really just wanted to talk to someone who I knew, you know? OWOBALL: There's so many strange people on this floating island... MIMIC: Yeah, you can say that again.
[The weirdos turn towards the door as it swings open again, POKÉMAN walking in holding the broken body of BREACHED.]
MIMIC: AH! POKÉMAN: We need The Inventor to fix.
[Their voice was double. Two distinct voices layered on top of eachother, both with slightly different tones.]
OWOBALL: W- what the hell are you...? POKÉMAN: What am I?
[POKÉMAN dropped the BREACHED onto the floor.]
POKÉMAN: I don't know what am I. POKÉMAN: What am I...?
[POKÉMAN walked out of the room, seemingly contemplating their existence.]
OWOBALL: Uhh... MIMIC: I... MIMIC: Um, I'm gonna try fixing that robot guy they dropped. OWOBALL: You don't know a thing about inventions like those. MIMIC: I might not know much, but I have been watching Copy-Cat do some work lately! MIMIC: It can't be that hard anyways, just some wires and stuff in the wrong place. MIMIC: And a new screen...
