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Muse is not amused with Mundane's inability to decide a game. At all.
First Mayfield.
Then Abax.
Now you just want to dump me in the middle of literally nowhere in a village that has technology from the 1940s at best? Are you out to get me or something, Miss Mundane? This is cruel. Too cruel. Well -- Ha! -- I can't do anything about that now. You already deleted the last two applications and you're already writing down the new one. You're almost even done.
At least finish this one. It would be nice to belong somewhere and not just drift aimlessly about. [Drifts off, muttering angrily before remembering something.] And keep thinking those plans on me somehow meeting the blasted doctor, I'm never letting you have a good night's sleep. Ever.
Then Abax.
Now you just want to dump me in the middle of literally nowhere in a village that has technology from the 1940s at best? Are you out to get me or something, Miss Mundane? This is cruel. Too cruel. Well -- Ha! -- I can't do anything about that now. You already deleted the last two applications and you're already writing down the new one. You're almost even done.
At least finish this one. It would be nice to belong somewhere and not just drift aimlessly about. [Drifts off, muttering angrily before remembering something.] And keep thinking those plans on me somehow meeting the blasted doctor, I'm never letting you have a good night's sleep. Ever.